There's a tale. It's some form of folktale that the frozen village rarely talks about. They told the traveling trades men on drunken nights, whispering about the pack of dire wolves that lived over the red valley mountains. How there were people that lived among them. Well, there were people who used to live among the wolves. That was before the mountain range danced with fire, and howls followed well into the days to follow. Those people were thought dead for years. Not many spoke to the wolf men when they came into the village. A story well and truly thought lost. Until it wasn't. They found him when he was 16. Only one boy survived with a few of the wolf pups and a single dire wolf. No one took them seriously until they saw that dire wolf. Leading a young tiger back to the border, protecting the young cub with every step. Then the trades men stared whispering. They saw the dire wolf, who could disappear without trace in the blink of an eye, and the young they guarded. They stared whispering names, all in their home tongue. But all had one thing in common. Everyone called that wolf "the guardian of children"(CC) Attribution-ShareAlike