Ardenti
I never saw the dungeons before, I supposed there were a lot of places I had not seen in the giant cabin. It made sense that it existed. The pack was remote, leaving law enforcement options minimal. This far from civilization, being cast out as a rogue was only as painful as losing your family. No other packs would try to pick you off if you came near their lands.
The place epitomized everything you would expect a dungeon to be, dark, dank stone, cells, and shackles hanging from the walls. There was a medieval touch to it starkly contradicting the warm hominess of the rest of the house. These dreary cells were rarely if ever used for prisoners.
The air tasted incredibly stale, but the faint hint of wolves still hung here. Valerian told me this is where the she-wolves
