The Ironfang Clan territory sprawled across the northern fringes of the Wild Beast Zone within the Eldoria Empire, a brutal stretch of land where tigerkin bloodlines dominated at this ancient realm's edge—not that they were aware of this realm's name to begin with.
Except for the Higher ones within inner zones, for everyone else, this was their world, with no knowledge that any outside world even existed except the brutal rule of the jungle and a well-established feudal system designed to give opportunity to rise to those at the bottom of the hierarchy.
Massive stone huts etched with snarling tiger faces dotted the rugged paths, every wall scarred with the clan's mark—jagged stripes slashed like fresh wounds, oozing a deep, bloody hue.
The thick air hung heavy with the stink of musk, fresh kills, and that raw edge of unchallenged power that made your fur stand on end.
