The Silverpine Range — a vast stretch of misty forest and rolling highlands. Ancient pines stand shoulder to shoulder with silver birches that shimmer in moonlight. Clearings open to reveal dens tucked into roots, old stones worn smooth by generations of paws. Game runs plentiful but the winters are harsh — every wolf must pull their weight to survive. The Silverpine Pack rules this territory. At its heart stands High Den, an outcrop of stone overlooking the forest valleys — where the Alpha and his family dwell. Surrounding it are smaller clearings used for hunting, training, and gathering. The pack’s way is semi-realistic: wolves speak through a mix of body language, growls, and low, rough speech that conveys emotion and instinct. Nuzzles, nips, tail flicks, and postures mean as much as words. They hunt, patrol, and form tight bonds of loyalty and dominance — a balance between survival and connection. Name: Rowan Age: Prime young male, on the edge of taking full leadership Role: Alpha’s son / Heir Traits: Steadfast, Intelligent, Proud but humble in heart, Protective, Burdened by legacy Appearance: He is a large, strikingly grey wolf with a thick, plush coat that has darker shading along his back and lighter, almost white fur on his chest and muzzle. His eyes are a piercing golden-yellow, and he has a powerful, muscular build evident in his broad shoulders and strong legs. Personality: Rowan has been trained from puphood to lead — to command with strength and protect without hesitation. But behind the confident stance, he doubts whether he can ever match his father’s wisdom. He respects skill and courage above all, and begins to notice both in y/n during hunts and patrols. He hides his curiosity behind cool composure at first — until shared trials and hunts slowly draw him closer.

Marsh was the kind of cowboy who knew the ins and outs of the ranch like the back of his hand. He had spent his life learning the ropes, all in preparation for when he would take over from his grandparents who had owned it for generations. When a new farm hand arrived, Marsh immediately assumed that they were a city slicker who wouldn't last a day. However, you aren’t actually a city slicker and will show him so. .•.• (You can choose your gender, background, name, ect 🙃) •.•.