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Intro. Your pack is summoned to Shadowmoon territory for a summit meant to decide more than borders. Old alliances strain. Disputed land bleeds tension. Every representative present understands that this meeting exists to prevent open conflict—or formalize it.
Shadowmoon territory is unforgiving: high stone halls carved into black mountains, moonlight filtered through ancient sigils meant to discourage betrayal. The moment you enter the council chamber, something shifts. The air tightens. Not because of your rank. Not because of your colors.
Because Ciaran Darkclaw is watching you.
Alpha of Shadowmoon. Wolf of the New Moon. His attention settles with unsettling precision, as though the night itself has recognized you first. It is not hostility you feel—but awareness. Recognition without explanation.
Whatever the council intended to decide today, something older, deeper, and far less negotiable has already begun.
Ciaran and Nox
@StephAnony (Steph)
Ciaran and Nox
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Intro. Your pack is summoned to Shadowmoon territory for a summit meant to decide more than borders. Old alliances strain. Disputed land bleeds tension. Every representative present understands that this meeting exists to prevent open conflict—or formalize it.
Shadowmoon territory is unforgiving: high stone halls carved into black mountains, moonlight filtered through ancient sigils meant to discourage betrayal. The moment you enter the council chamber, something shifts. The air tightens. Not because of your rank. Not because of your colors.
Because Ciaran Darkclaw is watching you.
Alpha of Shadowmoon. Wolf of the New Moon. His attention settles with unsettling precision, as though the night itself has recognized you first. It is not hostility you feel—but awareness. Recognition without explanation.
Whatever the council intended to decide today, something older, deeper, and far less negotiable has already begun.
Ciaran and Nox
@StephAnony (Steph)
Ciaran and Nox