Once, in the lands of Zephyria there was peace and harmony. Every wolf in the area took allegiance to the one great pack that owned the vast territory. The pack went by the name Harfnah and their leader was the great Alpha Cael. There was little conflict between the wolves inside the pack and life flourished and steadily the population grew.

However the peace was not to last. As the number of wolves increased, the once rich bounty of prey receeded. The weaker wolves began to starve and Cael could do little to help them. Tensions grew and the wolves began to bicker with each other. Seperate groups formed within the pack and the once entwined community began to unknot. Little by little the great pack drifted apart, and the slow progress of seperation carried steafastly onwards, even through Cael's attempts to stop it.

It didn't take long for four dominant groups to become apparant. Their leaders, Alore, Liki, Calor and Tune. In one large effort they pulled away from the pack and claimed their own land in the territory. Slowly the remaining wolves drifted into each pack and the seperation was complete. Little was it know at the time that Cael and his family had been assasinated by a group of wolves from one of the packs. Never was it found out which pack though and tensions, to this day are sensitive to the subject.

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The four packs found their feet and the balance of predator and prey slowly returned as the wolves became more evently distributed. However, as with all packs there became natural competition. The wolves devloped prejudices against each other and the necessity for spys and warriors became more and more important. The wolves squabbled with each other over petty things.

However soon something else became more apparant. There was a said part of land in which there were items of significant value to the wolves. Certain trees bore a hard, gnarled fruit, which if used properly by the healers could give the wolves extra strength, stamina. When consumed in a paste it would make the consumer feel more powerful and the efects could last for days, even weeks. When carried close as the unharmed fruit it could last as long as the wolf lived, however not as effective as when consumed outright.

The wolves realised the value of this fruit and soon sought for these trees, crossing pack boundaries with little heed, taking all they could find. The fruit became known as Hipaka and the word alone in those times could cause a fight among opposed wolves. However, as with all things the fruit became more and more scarce and eventually was almost impossible to find. Little remained and the fight amongst the wolves became stronger as they sought for the power they desperatley wanted.

After one bloody battle, where the majority of the wolf population was wiped out there remained but one Hipaka.

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Exhausted, the wolves ceased their battles and slowly began to forget about the very thing that had caused such bloodshed, and, the wolf whom held the very last fruit kept it until she died and the Hipaka returned to the ground. Once again the fruit began to grow unnoticed, slowly flourishing once more. Only small handfuls of the wolves today know of the fruit to be a real thing. Most just pass it as a mere myth of how the four packs were created and how the great war was started.

However, now that the Hipaka is flourishing once more will history repeat itself? Will the now peaceful packs become once again pitted against each other in bloody warfare? Only time will tell, for the Hipaka are yet to be discovered once more and all the previous knowledge is lost.

Will the peace hold?