You saunter through the thicket tediously, as you have been wandering for moons. The familiar, rhythmic sound of your paws hammering against the worn soil and ringing into your auditories. By the looks of it, this trail has been used for many years by humans, wolves, and prey alike, and after years of use, a groove was imprinted on the earth.

It had suddenly turned so dark. Just an hour before, the sun of eventide had sent down light so beautiful. The colours affixed in the sky so correctly with such a harmonious combination gave an urge to whom who'd seen it to weep, the grass bowed with the shafts of wind. Now it was lifeless. A mantle swept the sky and so it remained somber colours of raven. Like black upon a canvas. Starless. Moonless. Inanimate.

Welcome to Esoteric Lupines.

Esoteric Lupines. We hope to gain a reputation described as 'mysterious'. We wish to be known, yet at the same time, unknown. We hope to be esoteric. We don't want to be feared or looked up
to. We don't need your opinion.

Only to be esoteric.

Welcome. This pack and the idea was created by leaders, Solar and Conan, basing this pack upon the theme of mystery. The members of this pack are mysterious, the main atmosphere is, as are the leaders. We reside near the south-west brink of the Yukon meaning cold temperatures and frigid winds. Long winters and short summers, although, no matter what the temperature, we always pull through in the end.

Together, we are one. We are esoteric.