Tribe of Harrowed Howls

Much like the Dark Forest, the haunted mountainous range is pungent with the smell of death. Every step a cat takes sinks and sucks in their paw as though the ground is trying to swallow you whole with how hungry it is. The glints of what could be the glowing mushrooms that offer solace and beauty in the Tribe of Endless Hunting are more often than not the glint of snarling teeth. Prey is few and far between, and it is never satisfying. A constant pang of hunger drags down the ever-hungry cats who reside within this wretched place.