The Wolf moves in the space between instinct and discipline—never alone in spirit, even when it hunts apart from the pack. Loyal to the bone, relentless by nature, it reads the terrain three moves ahead and closes the distance without hesitation. Its sigil marks those bound to something larger than themselves: a tribe, a code, a hunt that never truly ends.
This is the mark of the pack. Wear it if you move with purpose and never run alone.
