We trace our genesis back to about 5000 B.C., well after the domestication of dogs. Dogs had been living in a beneficial partnership with man for more than several centuries.
Why? We were needed. And Nature has a way for filling needs. A new race of beings that were half man and half wolf started fighting and pushing men to the brink. It started with isolated raids, then escalated to full-scale war. Some of the old gods had grown angry at man, feared man, decided to remove man. All men. Man was no match for werewolf, their ferocity, their intelligence, their cunning.
Werewolves are not the pathetic figures you see in movies. Oh no. They are capable, controlled. But, so is man. As such, some of the old gods decided that man must survive. Some still say it was never about man or wolves, that both were pawns in a war between the old gods, and that the gods of man decided that man needed an ally to stand against the werewolves. Thus, werewolves were born.
It took less time than a tall tree to grow and fall for weredogs and werewolves to fight to a standstill. With man on our side, werewolves had no choice but to go to ground, lick their wounds, bide their time, learn patience.
Weredogs and werewolves have been locked in a fight to the death ever since. Ever so often, we push them nearly to the point of total defeat...extinction. That is our absolute mission and goal. Eradication of the wolf.
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