The three packs of the land always lived in hatred and bitterness of each other. A dangerous tension slowly stacked over the land. Borders clashed and steadily, fights broke out. The ambitious pack, Orakur, fought for territory. Mercasav and Alfraheid protected their borders fiercely, until it was undeniable: the Orakur could not be beat.
The Orakur pack had strength in numbers. Before long, their savage raids drove both packs from their rightful territories.

Generations forward, the two banished packs, Mercasav and Alfraheid, returned to the land as one pack. Orakur was now occupying both territories, ruthlessly turning down other animals venturing near enough.

Mercasav and Alfraheid launched the attack in plain daylight. But after being forced from their homes, they would not let themselves be sent away again. Unaware, Orakur were heavily beat; though in awarness, would have conquered the two packs. But not all in the attack was joyous. Many from the packs died that day, and others suffered. Though Mercasav and Alfraheid allowed Orakur to remain in their determined territory, tensions between the packs never disappeared. To this day, any time, another attack may be launched....

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