Anya Tvarivich/Introduction

"I was proud. I was fierce. I sang of our accomplishments, and my family took pride. My blade sang of our victory, and my fellow Garou took pride. We stalked, and they feared us. The tundra was ours. A pin-prick in the entire face of our waning control. We stood proud, where our cousins couldn't. Too proud. Though,

And while we stood united, and declared that even in the darkest of times, we moved as one pack. One entity. No one would be left behind. If one of Us were taken, the pack would fight, and die, if need be, for that comrade. Because we knew they took prisoners. We had fell so many of our former siblings.

I kept waiting for them. I held fast, when even that meant it bit worse, deeper, harder. I held fast. I screamed. Howled. Cursed everything they held dear, and promised them my brothers would come for me.