[RelicDevachi]

A young werewolf coming of age known as Roi seemed to not abide by his parent's rules who were the Alpha male and alpheress about not venturing into one of many of the Devachi, Devern, Veren, and Voultri territories when the night had taken over the lands and had enveloped it in unnatural darkness. This man had a sweetness to his scent, he was a virgin. Meanwhile .. A young man had stood before many other men, speaking a blood pact and pledge about their union to one another. Each man was wearing black ceremonial robes. He had sniffed the air, his long back lengthed black hair that had draped down to his lower backside had swayed in the wind, each strand upon his head  seeming to be brushed by unseen fingers of who was owned by nothing more than mother nature herself. He had undressed and as so did his loyal men that he had strongly led, letting the hooded fabric lower from their backside and sturdy shoulders. He was their alpha and he was willing to fight to the death to protect his beloved pack. Soon the men had shifted and so did Roi and before he knew it they were all crashing through the forested area, making a crunching sound whenever their paws had touched the blindingly white shaded snow. It was so bone chillingly cold outside but the wolves could handle it. They were blessed to have such thick pelts. Soon the alpha had stopped in his next step, causing the wolves behind him become curious, sniffing at the air.