"This story is true. A long time ago there was an imposing she-wolf who stood up as the alpha of her pack. During a long forgotten winter she found two little pups hiding inside a hollow out tree, infertile and without heirs to call of her own, she took the two defenceless cubs with her back to her pack. The pups now had a home and family to whom they belonged, the matriarch didn't gave them food or comfort however, rather she taught them how to hunt their prey and how to kill it efficiently, but more importantly, she taught them how to be cruel. The bitch had turn the two cubs into terrifying hunters worthy of her name, they were fearsomely loyal to her and she wield the two little hunters like a precise scythe whom she could dispatch against anything that dared to taint her dominion, but for the pups their den seemed empty, the food was stale and the faces that they grow up with were nothing by uncaring husks that offered no warmth to them; It was clear then that it wasn't their home any more and that it was time for them to forge a new home of their own were they truly belong to. And so during a cold winter night, the two hunters parted from the matriarchs den sure to never comeback to it again."
A pack of young Uratha that is part of the Las Perras de Pompeya.