In front of the idol lay a jumbled heap of items: shattered stone statues, torn beast-hide banners, broken animal bones, and charred totem carvings. These were all Spirits of the Wilderness from defeated tribes, every one of them sacrificed to the Wolf God.
Most of the dwellings within the tribe were leather tents; the slightly better ones were wooden houses. The only stone-built house stood beside this ancient tree. Only the Wizard serving the Wolf God could reside here permanently.
"Why have you summoned me back?" Warwolf shouted towards the house, while the Giant Wolf beside him lay down, its head bowed. Before this door, even the proud Wolf King had to lower its head. Warwolf's tone was far from friendly; indeed, he didn't even offer a greeting before bluntly asking his question. He had been out hunting but had to return prematurely upon hearing the tribe's call, missing out on further spoils as a result.
