The clan of the mysterious moorland, disappearing through the streaming mist. Very few is heard about them, much gossip and half-truth float around.

The only thing to remember;

step a thought, the moor will haunt you
step a paw, the moor will claim you

The clan across the deadly border. They live in a forest of ancient trees, walking among the story-filled leaves. The land is barren yet full of life, the moor claiming many.

They live in a overground, rocky cave. The trees are bare from it's sullen depths. They live more in the cave, too scared to emerge and be drawn towards the heathery territory. Those who venture the forest are brave, yet not all come back. They have no dens, for they all sleep together to reassure each other the moor will not claim another.