When the world was young, the place now called America had three tribes of garou; the Uktena, the Croatan, and the Wendigo. Elder Brother, Middle Brother, and Younger Brother respectively. While they had their conflicts and fights, nothing prepared them for the strife and bloodshed that came with the colonizers, and the tribes they call the Wyrmbringers. While the Croatan are dead, and the Uktena have adapted, the Wendigo endure with the quiet, cold wrath of a winter storm in the high mountains.

Suspicious of outsiders, and quick to rely on their teeth, the Wendigo resist the changes being pushed onto them. Their kin are warriors, yes, but while many are still fighting the same fight they’ve been in for centuries, others are using the tools of law and treaties, as well as the potent weapon of revitalizing their own culture, to stand tall in a new age. From tribal leaders and politicians, to lawyers, firefighters, artists, and historians, the tribe’s kin have been on this land longer than anyone else. They remember, and they will not be moved.