And then the world was made new by the striking down of the foe. The Giant fell to a crystalline scream that rendered his flesh and shattered his mind. The echoes of the scream died and the true terror began with the ripping of reality and the outpouring of the Horror.

Upon Frontier the land bucked and heaved, spewing forth water and lava whilst cracks formed and split creating bottomless crevasses and ravines that ran for miles. It was here that the Clan of Broken Rock was split once and for all.

The river that once ran calmly rippled and splashed with the waves of the earthquake before the gravel ground gave way and the land tore. Three places did the Clan end up in. First there was the West side of the Camp who survived by fleeing into the forests and jungles of Frontier. Second was the centre of the camp, the Leader and Head Woman with babes. They did fall into the growing crack of the land where the water boiled and frothed.

Thirdly was the East side of the Clan, young and adventurous and in training. It was those who survived upon the East who drew back from the bucking land, ripping only the belongings they could carry from the ground and moving off as one into the wilds.

Through the sundering of her land and the dispersing of her Clan, her powers dwindled, survival came first. Things were forgotten, new habits were formed and travelling became her new way of life as the new world soon became her new home. Nothing was the same, nothing would ever be the same and the East side dispersed, leaving her alone until she came upon Talon... And a bond was made.

Through her begining years as a shaman, she had found her spirit totem of the wolf, but puzzlingly, it was the female wolf, protecting her cubs.