Much like the different breeds of wolves and dogs, werewolves also diversify depending on the region their species derived from.<span style="font-weight: bold">Ruegar </span>was a Germanic breed, descended from the dire wolves that came down from the great white North. This particular breed was larger than most domesticated werewolves, and usually only had coats in varying shades of grey, very few had small amounts of light tan speckling their back haunches but that was usually from mixing with the more popular southern variant.<br/><br/>Culturally the Northern variant of the species isn't all that different from their southern counterparts, they hunt in packs, and live in a caste system. They however do not hold as much value on their human forms, and rarely revert into the 'lesser state of being', with the exception being in only the most dire of circumstances. When transformed they are often in the nude because of dislike for clothing and it's human implications being that of shame of one's body. Dire werewolves shun almost all human technology and instead choose to live in vast wilds with no trappings of modern life. They believe the utilitarian lifestyle that their ancestors lived is the purest form of existence and that using human technology and sleeping in doors is what makes southern werewolves weak.<br/><br/>Ruegar was silver with a white lower jaw and neck diamond, his breed was pure and his father had made him promise that he would keep the family bloodline pure. This had been an easy promise to make when he was still a pup, but now that he'd been of age for a few years, he was starting to see how confounding that promise might be to keep. Inbreeding runs rampant in the closed society of Northern Dire wolves, their obsession with keeping the bloodline pure is faltered in that the gene pool starts to close in on it's self after a while. Ruegar's own father and mother were siblings form the same parents and the only selection for mates he himself was provided were  cousins.<br/><br/>So it was this dire situation that had driven many of his father's pack off in search of fresh blood. At first they'd search farther north, looking for other packs arctic dire wolves, but soon found that they might very well be the very last pack of their breed type. It was no wonder why his father had been so assertive about mating within the pack, he most likely knew how endangered their breed was, and only wanted to sustain it for as long as he could. But this was not Ruegar's plan, he had other machinations.<br/><br/>One night after weeks of clandestine recruiting Ruegar amassed a group of 65 other males that felt the same way he did. The broke from his father's pack and set out southward toward green pastures. Much like vikings of the day, this elite squad of warriors didn't try to travel conspicuously, instead the carved a path of blood and gore. They raped, privileged and burned until their animal instincts were fulfilled. They gave little care for humans, and even less for the human's laws, as they forged further south.<br/><br/>Now they'd grouped up just outside the 200 -300 acres of a pack of Southern Werewolves territory. Reconnaissance  had revealed that the pack's Alpha was a female, whom paraded around in human form her hair dyed blue, and better yet no mate.<br/><br/>Ruegar and his fellow wolves lay in wait, watching form the hills surrounding the valley that Evence's camp was laid in.  It was almost evening when one of Ruegars warrior's alerted him of some action taking place just outside the encampment. Ruegar's massively muscled legs made short work of closing the distance, even with the craggy, rock strewn slopes of the mountain. Once he got to a peak, he could see what his sentry was on about. A small southern wolf was making a run for the border, as several of his former pack chased after him, hot on his heels.<br/><br/>"Possible a disposed alpha from another pack..." His sentry reported "...Atleast that's the scents they're giving off. "<br/><br/>"Aahhhh A change of leadership....They're defenses might be weakened, we might need to abandon this pack we've been watching and go have a look at that ones. " Ruegar snarled. "But I doubt they'd have such a sweet piece of tail for a pack leader....Lets wait and see how this pans out!"