The South has fallen. Now Falcon's allies in the North, playing at politics even in this desperate hour, are slow to commit their support and slower still to muster their armies. The Wolf Pack must make its stand and stop the relentless march of the Forsaken, or else risk Gulgotha's armies breaking the Circle of the Third Covenant before its soldiers even join the battle.
Can the Wolf Pack hold until Mother Winter embraces the ladn, or will the holy men sing their dirge while golden leaves yet fall?
