There is a land, a deep valley nestled between a river and a mountain. With lush trees that create a green canopy, and fertile dark soil on the forest floor. The land is alive with nature and above all else magic. Everything is alive. Everything serves a purpose.

In this valley a tribe lives, they flourish, and they pay respect to the beast that protects them from their enemies.

Three s a year is all the beasts asks.

A child is born, meant to be a warrior. A wolf waits alone.

Everything is alive. Everything can be loved.