As Jessica came back into the room she had a black silk bath robe tied tightly around her form, revealing a great number of her features that had been hidden in the overcoat Linna first saw her in. "I didn't really have anything in your size." she told her as a large shirt plopped onto the table.<br/><br/>Without a thought she went over and started to make some coffee for the group. "It all starts back before recorded history. You know the legends about eden, shangrela, and other places called paradise right? Ours was Pangea. Back then sprits could travel freely between their world and our own so they appointed a protector. That was father wolf, the spirit father of our people. Luna, the godess of the moon took a fancy to him and they ended up having puppies. Over the centuries the first children mated, their children mated, and for countless melenia the bloodline of the uratha's been spread till today, creating you, Sara, me and many others. That was how it started, but theres a lot more."<br/><br/>Absently her hand fell to the side, slowly stroking her sister. "Pangea was a golden age but, like with all legends of paradise, it was doomed from the start. You see father wolf was our pack leader, our alpha and it was his, and our job to keep the spirits in check...eventually father wolf aged and couldnt continue to fulfill that duty. He couldnt step down as the alpha either so the children that we call forsaken plotted against him. They came to us too, asked for our help but the children that were born from refused to help them. So without us the forsaken murdered him...his death howl broke apart the world and we lost Pangea. Our golden age, our perfect place...those damned forsaken!"