A warm breeze blew through the forest. Not yet the hot stickiness of summer, but of spring. A time of renewal and change. The dark forests flora was in full bloom after the past few days of rain and melting ice. Shoots of green burst from what little patches of snow still tried to hold it’s icy grip upon the land. Many of the wildlife in the thick wild forest started to stir from hibernation, feasting upon the newly grown plants. But it wasn’t only the dark forest that was going through a dramatic change. Birds burst from the trees in fear as change also came to the Kiiwan Pack that lived on the cliffs that broke up the landscape. A pack of werewolves that lived on a higher ground, having a good vantage point over the forest and high enough away from flooding and mud slides. A vicious battle was taking place between two wolves. Bellowing snarls and guttural growls shook the forest surrounding the village. The other pack members watched in fear and shock as two males danced a deadly dance for the alpha position. A tawny and brown lycan circled the other, his massive arms stood out from his body. Blood dripping from his claws and muzzle. The bipedal wolf snarled at the older grey male, weakened and bleeding heavily. “You think… you can lead this pack, Kezan?” The elder barked in a weak tone. Amber eyes burned with lust as he stared at his former alpha. The lust of power. “I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself and falls on the other.” He said in his deep eloquent tone, his lips curling as his head twitched. The madness of the wolf seemingly getting away from the man within. “I will lead this pack to greatness. You would have us sit still in a stagnant pond!” He let out a seething growl as he circled the elder. “Your mad Kezan! Your insanity will kill the entire pack! I knew you were wrong as a pup. I should have culled you then!” He growled as the old grey wolf leapt for the tawny challenger. In a flurry of claws, dust and fur the fight raged on, painting the nearby area in blood. Soon there was only one lycan’s growls that could be heard. Amber eyes looked in to the dead yellow ones as they changed to a steel grey, the elder changing back into his human form as his life giving crimson fluid flowed from his body. It was done. Kezan was the new alpha of the Kiiwan Pack. He stood up on his hind legs, breathing the fire from his lungs. With his palms up his claws curled into his hand as he let out a powerful bone chilling howl. Low, deep but almost screeching. They type of howl that made his people different from the four legged real wolves that lived higher in the mountains. One week later… It had taken some time for Kezan to weed out the loyal dogs of the former alpha. Bonfires had burned every night as someone had to be ‘put down’ as Kezan called it. Starting with the former alpha’s pups. He didn’t need them growing up wanting to exact revenge. He now had a firm grip on the pack, now they lowered their heads in submission as he passed by. Good thing they started too, he was becoming tired of slashing the disrespectful with his claws. The new alpha sat in a large hut, leaning over a wooden table. Not in his wolf form he was a tall man, 6’3” and with a very muscular strong frame. Broad shoulders held thick arms which only added to his deep chest. A face that held masculine features, round cheeks but strong chin and jaw bones. A thin and well trimmed beard covered his face but as became wild and messy as it grew into his wild untamed sandy brown hair. His eyes now hazel yellow poured over the map below him. His eyes refusing to pull away from the human lands. Could it be done? He thought. Yes. With ambition. But it would take some time. He’d finished killing the top three warriors of the pack. A pack already lacking in the skills he felt he needed to take on the humans waiting to be slaughtered. Their lands waiting to be taken by werewolves. But how would he obtain such a prize with out the right warriors at his command?