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. But We stood proud, where our cousins couldn't. There was nothing we were fearful of,

when 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. Days turned into weeks,

And there is no worse feeling in the world when you realise you ARE alone. No one is coming to save you. They all expected you dead long ago, picked clean body laying in the snow somewhere, or in some Hive. For all the time and company we shared. For all the glory. It was nothing. A pile of shit meant more to them than I. Once it started becoming clear, it avalanched. The clarity my new family helped me come to...I will serve the rest of my life repaying them. And unlike those Gaian dogs, they truly love me. They hold me dear, teach me. And even though I came unto them in such a way...They accept me, with all my flaws. All of them.

Freedom, my former siblings. Kinship. Love. Unity. You have no idea what any of that is. Come, I will show you.