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A great mountain lake far in the Northen lands and the origin of the White Snake River, with evergreen forests framing the waters. A stretch of fine white stones make up a portion of its shore, connecting to a sandbar under the placid surface.

A crag that makes its way between two faces of stone, the Ravine is a sacred place for the Cry clan. An important part of ritual and rite for the wolves its misty, treacherous landscape is the only pass through the reaching mouth of the Cutjaw Peaks and the Buzzard Teeth Range to the steep overlook of the Badlands. Do you dare tread this cut of vulture-infested land?

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A series of winding pools and waterfalls that tumble into a great lake and feed the Black Snake River, these waters are rife with fish and vegetation. This lake lies deep within the dead growth and feeds the marshes, but offers relief for those traversing its eerie lays.

Among the tallest cliffs above the coasts of the Watcher's lands, a circular drop from a split in the face opens over misty depths like a yawning mouth. Reaching out over the sea, this steep outcropping has long been the place where the clan's many rites have taken place, and is considered sacred.

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A high, circular plateau is completely encircled by the mouth of the Red Snake River's slow flowing waters, which soon move underground. A natural arch of stone connects it to the rest of the desert, its edge overlooking a great lake. This place is sacred to the Sorrows, and many rites and rituals go on here. However, prey avoid the wolf-rich area.

A number of oasies dot the landscape in the Barrens, going dry at different times of the year. These springs are what drive the different herds and the branches of the pack from place to place through the sands.

All around the three territories there is a volcanic ridge that poors into the dead and dry wilds, the Badlands the only area not rife with fire and ruin, which reaches out past theis blackened hold. Beyond it few choose to tread, as there are monsters in the unknown. The brave that do may find more than they bargained for, however.

The sea and its shoals and coastlines. Whales, dolphins, and even giant, monstrous things that came about as the world changed are abundant just off of its shores. The realm of the Flyiing Mother, it is a sacred world that only those with her blessing may come to know.