Welcome to Pangaea. Approximately 250 million years ago, Earth was thriving with life. Animals and plants were beautiful as ever, untouched and unaffected by humans, who have not yet been brought to Earth. Pangaea is a super continent, containing all of Earth's seven continents in one giant landmass, the single huge ocean surrounding it known as Panthalassa. The land is diverse and strange in many ways, especially with the creatures that live on it. Ranging from mountains to tundras to beaches, Pangaea seems to have it all for the wolves that dominantly rule the lands, their numbers high and still rising. Pack tradition in wolves is seeming to alter already. There was once only three packs that dated back to long before, started many years before these wolves came. They all followed traditional and the Law of the Putnar, never changing anything. They told stories of Tor and Fenris, their beloved Gods, and of Wolfbane, the Evil One, the cause of all nightmares in this land. But now.. a new pack has risen. A rebellion of sorts, Kyruh listens to no other pack and will allow anyone in. They are a strange pack of misfits and outcasts, wolves that would never fit in with the rest of society under normal circumstances. No one seems to like this new pack but the wolves in it... for them, it is a sanctuary, a place where they fit in for once. But is fitting in really worth the war arising, the rumors spreading? Why can't everyone just get along?