The Schola:
The Schola is a pack of wolves yearning to master all the secrets of the world and divine the purpose of all happenings in this world and those beyond it. Their thirst for knowledge cannot be quenched. If they feel a wolf is not worthy to be among their ranks they will dismiss him/her from the pack without the blink of an eye, subjective though they might be. These wolves may even give a helping hand to another’s miseries if the task requires wisdom. Usually, they tend to be a tight-knit little pack, taking pride that they are surrounded by other beings of intelligence. There is a great respect for the elderly, for if the old do not posses more worldly knowledge, they do have, at the very least, more wisdom from life than do the young. They practice a highly ritualized culture worshiping the Moon and the rest of the nighttime sky in their quest for knowledge. Members of this pack are often inquisitive individuals who like to pry into secrets and sorcery; they are highly symbolic individuals, who can divine a meaning from the smallest event and do not believe in coincidence; they can be aloof and behave haughtily to other members of their species because of their conceit that they know more than others. Any wolf with a considerable celestial marking or scar on them is usually held with high regard. They tend to be a strict bunch, but the rules are lax once everyone is acclimated to one another.
Their pack color is yellow, reflecting the Moon and Stars, and the images they paint upon their pelts in times of meeting or war are celestial in nature. Daedan founded this pack in his travels for learning. He chose these lands for the freedom of distraction, though diversion is ample now. He is un-imposed to newcomers, and so it is difficult to gain entry into the fair pack. A simple task of seeking out the answer to something is often the test for admittance. If one shows bad sportsmanship over the finding of another they are often thrown out for a season, but allowed back in once the time is over.

The Fiatel:
Wolves of the Fiatel pack are very vivacious and friendly- any wolf who so much as snarls at another member could be sent packing to the loner lands. The pack is very family oriented and keeps no secrets from each other. They are very protective of one another and will show a rare ferocity to offenders. This pack feels like a great family, hardly having any inner turmoil besides the usually mild fussing. These wolves worship the Earth and all its bounty. From the trees to the waters to the very prey in which they hunt, all are thanked for the help they give the pack to survive. They do not sacrifice, for it is considered wasting the resources of the Earth. A common ritual they practice is dance, hopping to and fro on their hind legs and swinging their tails in the air, in thanks for a hunt or good weather or other such happenings. Another singing, the pack lifting their voices together musically or taking turns singing in celebration. The birth of pups within the pack is a grand thing, where all the pack is excited and afterward a celebration is ensured. These wolves are kind. No task is required to enter, only the goodwill of the Alpha or Betan. The Alpha is always to hold ceremonies and event where the entire pack is present to enjoy the fun. The pack is often easy to excite, so the leaders must be wary of their words unless the excitement is good. These wolves are not ones to complain. Loving and doting upon one another is looked well upon by these wolves. Their culture is all in thanks. For example, if they suffered a rainy season, they might thank the Green Mother for the prey remaining, for their lives, and for taking those who died to a better place.
The pack color thus is green, and they paint a wide variety of symbols on their pelts when they give thanks and meet with the other packs. Common characteristics of pack members include, but are not limited to; open-mindedness, amicability, outward joviality, and an abounding amount of energy. Happy-Go-Lucky Ra'an founded this pack from the ever desirable lands remaining from her siblings’ choosing. Luckily they suited her fine. She is a loving wolf, and so chooses those who follow her nature for her ranks. To her first impressions are key, so tough luck to those who need second chances. Ra'an is a free-spirit, so the pack is sure to have lots of fun under her guidance!

The Avaro:
The Avaro are more synonymous to a band of rogues held together by a domineering overlord than a pack of wolves in the traditional sense. The Alpha of this pack must be a fearsome, strong wolf of iron discipline and hardy mettle in order to keep this pack from self-destructing. The members tend to be of a ruthless mentality, fueled by a most powerful hubris, and thirst for revenge against someone or something, even the past. Normally, a short fuse is a common trait throughout the pack, though they tend to be able to keep their tempers in check within the pack. These wolves are not to be reckoned with; crudeness and rudeness is the standard. Their leader must be one of great power, someone they can respect. The Alpha must keep a wary eye on the members, to be sure that none go off on unauthorized troublesome adventures. These wolves are pessimistic, always seeing the worst of the situation, but at the same time, seeking and seeing opportunities for domination. They are proud and boastful, and not ones to back down easily from an opponent. Oft times, for fun, the pack will hold contests of strength, and not being the quietest of hooligans, cheers and jeers can be heard from their brawls and contests. The main point of the binding within this pack lays in their devoted worship the wildness of the sea and all its tributaries, and thus comes their brotherhood and pack nature. They find the sea and wild ramparts of waves exciting and enthralling.
Thus, the pack color is blue, reflective of the deep swells of the ocean deep. For meetings, wars, and occasionally their brawls, designs of whirls and swirls, loops and wavelike patterns decorate their pelts. Johan, the founder of the pack, is quite like these fellows, though he holds the reins with his vast attitude and loud voice.

Moriade:
This is the evil pack of the lands; this is the Moriade. Not only are these wolves more evil than anything that walks this earth, they flaunt it! These wolves are violent, and blood sport is their pastime. They are devoted to one another, and killing each other is not looked well upon. The punishment for this is probably a hard beating, sent out of the pack, or even killed themselves. The pack is loyal to one another, and obeys dutifully when ordered by the Alpha or Alphess. The pack is, surprisingly to most, great as working as a team and always determined to complete something once started. These devious wolves have more clever ways to hurt and punish opponents and captives than simple death. They are strong warriors who show no fear on the battlefront, even if they feel it. The Moriade are of strong mind and body and are all around fierce. They are tough and push through the pain. They are merciful when necessary, and do not have hearts carved of stone. They are capable of loving one another, a mate, and children. The entry tasks are very difficult, for only the elite are wanted. Speech is the key to their hearts, and one who is cunning with words. They aren’t your average pack of evil, running around full of bloodlust and no thought; they are more. These are not to fall into the cliché of all brawn and no brain. They are cunning; they are wicked; they carefully plot to fell their enemies. They are fond of powerful forces, mainly fire and lightning. They are held in awe and wonder at the destruction that is left in the wake of such things, and practically worship them.
Thus, the color of Moriade wolves is red, reflective of power, strength, and blood. Symbols painted on their pelts during times of meeting and war usually consist of flames, lightning bolts, and a few other symbols including fellow pack mate paw prints. They are usually the mark of a wolf held in high esteem, a good warrior, the leader…they symbolize their power and the pack’s bond with one another. Sharp points and markings that look like slash marks are also common among their painted markings. Kazuo founded this pack in her want of evil company. How else would she converse her wicked doings from over the years? She is the cruelest of cruel, and the meanest of mean, so no one dares to challenge her and her orders. If she says attack the Schola then they attack the Schola, no questions asked. She rules with an absolutist hand, and all who stand in her way miraculously perish in dreadful ways.