The Red Talons are a fearsome and especially wild branch of the Garou Tribes. But they’re also slow to evolve. In an increasingly modernizing world- their forested homes grow smaller. And the Wyrm’s taint expands in tandem with the Weaver. As the Red Talon’s numbers shrink all across the world, only the strongest are left to survive and fight for Gaia’s sake. And even then, the strongest Alpha of the Red Talon’s met his match at the hands of Pentex. All he had to leave behind was a son, a pup. Hidden in the rubble and remains of his packs destruction.
Instead of dying with the rest of his pack, the lowly pup prince finds himself entering a new world. The modern world, beside the Glass Walkers.
Begrudgingly, of course. ;)
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This is a fic in the World of Darkness universe. Including Vampire the Masquerade, Changeling, etc. But the Garou will have the main focus!
