The hunt gives us purpose. The rush and glory of the Siskur-Dah gives meaning to our existence — the feeling of meat and bone under our claws, the taste of blood in our mouths, ephemera and gore soaking into our fur. That is what we live for.

According to legend, Father Wolf’s children saw that he had grown weak and murdered their parent. While some slunk away from the scene in shame at what they had done, five instead saw what had to be done. Each took up part of His duty. The Uratha, followers of Father Wolf, looked to the Firstborn to teach them to hunt.

Some werewolves turn their back on the duty of Father Wolf. Some remove the marks of Mother Luna upon their spirit, following those Firstborn who ignore their duties, calling themselves the Pure. Others try to ignore the call of the hunt entirely, turning their back not just on Mother Luna and Father Wolf but on their need to hunt. These Ghost Wolves try to ignore what they are, embracing a life that has can never be the same.

By joining into tribes we can inherit Father Wolf’s duty and continue His hunt.

Long ago, we feuded with the vampires, the muth luzak ("blood thieves"), Forsaken and Pure alike. We fought in a war which we lost when they turned Luna's metal against us and the changing gift passed out of the world. Now we are returned. The Firstborn stalk Paradi City's depths and peaks. We can feel their scent on our skin, we can hear their howls in our dreams. This city is the apex from which our re-emergence has begun across the world.

You need to chase the prey, but which prey do you hunt? The Hosts, mockeries of Father Wolf? Other Uratha, whether Forsaken or Pure? Denizens of the Shadow or the flesh? Or the horrific blend of both?