The Everglades are cut off from the packlands of Sarnes by a large river. Here in the thick mist the bog is thick and greedy, ready to swallow up any slow-witted varg who is foolish enough to allow themselves to get caught in their clutches.
The Everglades are isolated wastelands that only one varg has been foolish enough to call their home, and any varg wandering through her lands would be wise to vacate them as quickly as possible. For inbetween the mud and mist a wolf with a fragmented mind patrols. She will never stop till Death finally grabs her in its final cold clutches, and this mad varg will stop at nothing once she is aware of your presense.
Ceaselessly she hunts for trespassers in her realm, there is only one delicacy she hungers for, that is the flesh of her own kind, whom she despises above all else. She worships no God, not Tor, Fenris, or Wolfbane, she'll find any way possible to get what she wants and to spill the blood that runs through your veins.
The bog and mist are heavy here, in this patch of wasteland that is cut off from the rest of Sarnes by the large river that runs through the valley. A massive beast lives here in solitude few have returned to tell the tale of the animal who eats his own kind. Can you face this towering feat?