The Allfather was very pleased with he efforts regarding the world of Jhoira.
At long last, he had managed to bring peace to the land.  Through subtle
manipulations, the Libra clan had been forced to create balance between good
and evil, a balance made permanent  after the marriage of the light and dark
gods, all was well with the world.  Then the Vampires came.

There are many legends surrounding how they came to Jhoira, but no one can
confirm and of the conflicting rumors but the Master Vampire himself.  Few
dare ask him, and none survive to repeat the answer.  What is common knowledge
is that the rate they were spreading across the land was greatly alarming to
all races of the light, while many dark  ones flocked to the vampires banner
to become willing slaves.  The Allfather saw the threat to the balance he had
created and knew action was needed.  A race to counter the advance of the
vampires much quickly be brought to Jhoira to restore the balance.  Only then
could the one-eyed god face he who allowed the evil into Jhoira.

It was a quiet day for the pack, as Young Bull drifted into the wolf dream
while the other members of the pack hunted.  The food on the savanna was
delicious, and the other males in the pack too young to challenge his leadership.
Suddenly, the smell of smoke wafted through the air.   Young Bull was instantly
alert, and called to his pack the danger.  The flames spread with unnatural
quickness and engulf the savanna.  Young Bull has no where to run.  He prepared
himself to leave the hunt and enter the wolf dream for eternity when a huge
creature stepped through the fire.  He resembled the hairless ones that would
sometimes harry the pack, but he smelled far more powerful.  He had two of
another pack with him, strange in their extra set of forelegs.  These two pulled
him into the wolf dream and led the way to a great forest, where he could be safe
from the fire.  The strangers then show him a reflection of himself as a hairless
hunter, then taught him the way to take the hairless ones form so he could blend
into towns and cities.

Young Bull was about to ask why he would ever want to go to a city when a
horrible smell of death permeated the land.  Thousands of vile created with
white faces and long fangs ambled toward him, leaving only death in their wake.
The strangers said that these undead ones were new to the world, but their numbers
were growing.  They asked his help in keeps the packs of all kinds, hunter and prey,
free from the stink of the undead.  

Understanding crept into Young Bull as he realized the great mission they were
asking.  He quickly accepted, and showed submission to the strangers in order to
join their pack.  You misunderstand, they said, there are no wolves in this land,
you will be alpha to all, the start of a new pack, then they vanish in with a clap
of thunder.  Young Bull found himself standing on two legs on a road to a city.  A
passing traveler noticed his confusion and asked his name: "Wildfire" came his
answer.

And so Wolves came to Jhoira to restore the balance, and the Allfather was once a
gain pleased.