The primary densite of the Blacktooth pack. Tall pines rise high over the hillside, their roots sometimes sticking out and tangling together to form natural shelter underneath them. Underneath the roots, the earth has been dug into, creating a birthing den for the alpha female, and on rare occasions, other she wolves. Other roots do similar things, but the burrows are down in the ground, rather than straight into the hillside.

This deep pine forest acts as the home of the pack. The trees are tall, and the scent of pine strong. Most times, pine needles muffle the sounds of pawsteps, and on occasion, one can see prey such as deer within.

A lake in the heart of the pine forest. Its shallow banks are muddy, as many animals frequent this spot for a drink. The lake is huge, so that the far bank is almost lost in the distance.

A meadow with thick grass that is often frequented by deer, and on occasion even bears. A small creek runs through here.

The "resting stones" as the wolves call them, was created by humans some thousand years before. It is not unlike stonehenge in its making. The wolves regard this as a sacred place, perfect for resting, and pondering one's life and place in this world. Trees close it in on all sides, making it very private in a way. Many large boulders lie at the center, some forming small "caves."

Some time ago, more than half the pack and its territory was claimed by fire, the same fire that touched the neutral lands. The forest here is charred and black, the ashes still present. Greedy flames have eaten away this forest and a grayness, a lack of color, clings to the area like a poison. A place to remember those lost for those who witnessed the greedy flames...

Around and beyong the singing mountains are tall cliffs that fall off into the ocean, or lead straight down to a silvery beach.