The Wolves of Snow Haven

Throughout the Silver Snowfields, the wind whips and howls, blowing drifts across the ground and streaking ice crystals across a night sky banded with shifting pillars of green and blue light. Here though, a small stone cave is sheltered in a low valley, silent as falling snow, offset by the light tinkling sound of a small waterfall to the south. In the night, a low sound rises, echoing in the gullies. The howls of a pack, returning. To the small and safe and quiet. This is home. This is Haven.

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An Introduction~

Welcome to Snow Haven, Traveller.

You have entered the lands of the Pack watched over by the Fledging God Iralis, Dancer of the Fields, Cloaked in the Aurora and Blazer of the Cyan Snowflakes. 

If your presence is peaceful, you are welcome to stay for the night to share in our warmth and trade in tales. Should you mean harm, it would be best for you to turn tail now; Snow Haven is a peaceful refuge to those seeking it, but it's defenders are as swift and unforgiving as the great blizzards.

Let me show you around;

The Den button will lead you back to the main entrance of Snow Haven.

Should you have a question to ask of us, the Query button is what you seek.

Information on all of the current members of the Pack can be found through The Pack button.

Records of all past happenings relating to Snow Haven are collected under the History button.

The Memorials button holds the records of those honoured Wolves who are no longer with us.

In-character reflections made by Iralis can be found through the Fledgling Musings button.

Random bits of information that the Tail wind blows in are collected under the Out-Of-Pack (OOP) button

Hopefully, you won't get lost in between everything Traveller. The Snowfields can be merciless to ones who do not properly respect it. Do not wander too far on your own, lest your path be followed next by the great Merikh himself.