It was a long time ago that there was a single pack living in the area where two currently are. The pack was quite large, counting up to 30 in members. That was, until on one cold december day a strong and till then healthy adult died. The pack wasn't expecting it and the two shaman's had no idea how or why he died. Nothing happened for a long while after that. Everything was fine. But after about half a year, the beta died. He didn't show any signs of weakness till then either. After four months two more wolves died. No signs of unhealthyness before their death. And then after only one month, a plague outbroke within the pack. It swweped the lands of prey and hunters, taking many wolves with it. Among the others, one of the leader's died as well, leaving the other to try and tame the chaos. Yet unable to do so, he left, nobody knew where. After less than four months the area was abandoned, no sign of life, except for the plants and trees. The rivers were dryed out and so were the lakes. After a year since the last wolf died or left, the streams had water in them and life was floureshing. Just without the wolves. Yet a heavily pregnated mother and her mate had arrived to one of the camps, where the mother give birth to a litter of two pups. One male and the other female. There was always a rivalry between the two, may it be hunting, running or even fighting. Otherwise, they were quite a happy family and the mother was about to give birth to a second litter. It never happened. he sister, who saw no need in having more siblings killed her mother and with her the pups. Her father tried to prevent her, yet that's why she killed him as well. Her brother found out aout this later in the day, when the evil sister had already left. The brother, now trying to start a pack has no idea that his evil sister is living just across the river, trying to do the same thing.