It's true that the Silver Fangs, the self-styled monarchs of the Garou, have come far from their days of degeneracy and sloth, but what kind of wolf needs a crown to rule? The Shadow Lords plan from the back rooms behind the throne and rule from the shadows, manipulating the Garou Nation to save it from itself. Of course they're ruthless: the Living Earth died in, like, 2002. Someone needs to grease up the paddles and start Her heart again. And that's going to hurt. People are going to die fighting the Wyrm—a lot of people. But maybe the Garou Nation can still win, after its endless failures.
Maybe it can't. But if there's any chance, it's with the Shadow Lords. They have what it takes, and damn the consequences. Black Tarn hated and feared the Shadow Lords, despised them for their ruthless Darwinian culling of the weak, their arrogance, and their atrocious slaughter of Indigenous Garou during colonization. But, she had to admit, they knew how to fight smart.
To join them, you'd have to convince the Patron Spirit of the Shadow Lords with his thousand names—Taranis, Vahagn, Grandfather Thunder—that you have the courage to enact his will.
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