***At the Rogue's Land***
In the heart of the untamed wilderness, where the lights of the stars reigned supreme because there was nothing between the sky and earth. Nothing to adulterate nature. The rules of civilization held no sway, the Rogues, the most formidable of the outcast werewolves, were in the midst of an ordinary feast. The air was thick with the tantalizing scent of roasting game, and the night echoed with the sounds of their savage celebration.
As the roaring fire danced with fervor, the Rogues, with their primal grace, reveled in their spoils. They laughed and howled, their eyes gleaming like fiery embers as they bloodied their hands with blood and sniffed the raw flesh.
"I remember a time when we took down a beast twice the size of us." One of the Rogues grinned, two of
