White-Paw awoke from a terrible nightmare that morning. She had been running through a dark forest. Her ears were pained by the tortured cries of her tribe-mates, each shrill cry echoing amongst the scorched, blackened trees. Her torment would eventually end as her pack-mate Sahan woke her for their morning hunt. Leaving their small village to the women and children White-Paw and the other hunters departed in search of food. What they never expected was the arrival of a Trivian Vanguard, a small battalion of hardened soldiers from the southern kingdoms. They had a simple mission: Take everything of value and remove all opposition. The orders were simple and were exacted with cold determination. When White-Paw and the others returned from the hunt, she realized that her nightmare that morning was no simple dream, it was a warning. Flames licked the sky as they devoured her village. Overcome with rage White-Paw scoured the village for clues as her fellow Hunters cared to the survivors. It was not hard to find the footprints left by the heavily armored soldiers. White-Paw followed the footprints, determined to find the vengeance that wait at the end of the trail…