In the Forest, in the Moons to Come, Many Brave Souls Shall Fall. To Illness, Where we know not from, Wolves Shall Answer a Call.
Canines Walk as One. Find the Answers With the Old. All Must Follow Until it is Done, Though Many Will Perish Amid the Cold.
Band Together, The Packs, They Must, If They Wish to Survive. Across the Narrow, in a Land of Rust, Old Knowledge They Must Revive.
A Cure May Be Found In The Lands Of Lore. Of Evil, The Packs, Must Be Purged. And All Past Treasties Shall be No More, For New Alliances Will Have Emerged.
And Through This All a Star Shall Rise, And Save Us All from the Pasts' Demise.
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