The new pack. Not even Cliath. Still wet behind the ears.

Free of the shadow which has descended on the hearts of the Sept's Garou.

If there is hope for the caerns of New England, it is with them.

Something is growing in the bogs and dunes of the cape.
Something evil stirs in Walden woods.
Something blows cold in the allys of Old Boston Town.

If there is any hope at all, it lays with the cubs.

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Storyteller needed

If you're interested, please email Rob for more information. The story is very flexible, and can very much be what you want... and a lot of fun to run.

Last Updated: Tuesday 5/18/99