Territory

   Affectionately referred to as 'The Library,' and sometimes even more so as 'Miss Bessie,' the library is the hollowed out den below a tree. A huge tree, guessed to be hundreds of years old, grew along the ridge that cuts through the centre of the pack territory. During what is believed to have been a rock slide or landslide, the tree was uprooted slightly, but continued to grow. Beneath the roots is a large hollow where many items, trinkets, mementos, and especially books, are stored. All are wrapped in animal pelts to keep them dry and free of moisture, set aside on dirt shelves.

   Created by Lubomir Varg (AG) and Skoll.
   Halcyon Mountain declines sharply into the white sands of a forlorn shore. Located in the southwestern border where land meets the sea, the journey to reach the beach can be difficult due to the craggy ravines that ring the northern part of the area. It is quiet here, save for the gentle lapping of the waves, as the immensity of the mountain blocks out most extraneous noise, keeping the beach serene and tranquil from the goings-on outside. It is quite easy for someone to miss a call from this locale, shielded from interruption, left alone to enjoy the sanctity of the calm waves. During the low tide, many caves hidden deep within the face of the rock become accesible. The series of caves harbour some of the best preserved documents, hand-made trinkets and odd knick-knacks possessed by the pack. Several small and scattered islands become visible a short ways off-shore, under-water hills peaking up from beneath the sea to greet the denizens of the beach. The crowns of these hills are smoothed and slippery rock, making them dangerous to tread upon, and thus a hazard to the curious who would dare to try.

   Created by Skoll.
   At the foot of Halcyon Mountain are what the wolves of Shadowed Sun have dubbed "the foothills." A series of hillocks lines the base of the mountain, the inclines of each grassy knoll diminishing the further it rests from the base of the great rise. The plant life is fairly uniform in the foothills, tall grasses and small flowers mark the beginning of the ascent up the territory's only mountain range.
   In the evening, the foothills are overshadowed by the tall trees and mountain itself, thus casting long shadows across the area. Dubbed the 'light-eating' foothills, its name is a rough translation, combining the words 'phos:' light, and 'phago:' I eat.