Long, long ago, before the time of man, fickle gods created a world that spun in space like a shimmering crystal. It's very make up was that of a spectacular gem on the inside, which could be viewed sparkling in the depths of it's endless seas and through the bottom of the topsoil of it's lands. Created out of boredom, they tossed out some random life, created a few land masses, and only after sating their appetite for world creation, moved on to other endeavors.

Over time, the dominant species of one of the land masses became the wolves. Survivors of nearly anything, with their ability to adapt to many different environments on this haphazardly created land; they took over and reduced the other intelligent species to distant history. The only other species alive besides the carnivorous wolves became their food; the hooved ones, small tree and hill dwellers, and small flighted ones that were able to get out of reach of the wolves.

It was then, after the land had become a stable paradise of wolves that a sorcerer came. Calling from the far reaches of another world, his experimentations with plane shifting led him here, and quite stranded him in the middle of this canine nirvana. However, he was intelligent, and had the powers of his sorcery to keep himself safe. Over time, as he observed the wolves, he realized that there seemed to be four basic 'packs' that stayed together; those that lived in the barren desert in caves underground, those that dwelled deep within the tangled forest, those that gathered around the large natural lake in the northern portion of the land, and those that dwelled within the high peaks of the mountain ranges.

Finding this a strange twist on things, he decided to use that to his advantage. After all, he was stranded here anyhow, and figured he may as well amuse himself while being so. Using his power over the elements, he decided to experiment with the land's inhabitants. Within each of the lands that these wolves lived, he chose a 'focus' to be used as a transmitter of a particular elemental magic. A fissure of smoldering underground magma that bled gas into the cave systems for the wolves of the desert, the very bottom of the deep lake that the lake wolves lived about, an ancient rock deep within the forest of the forest dwelling wolves, and a whistling rock formation for the wolves selected to be of the air in the mountain ranges. It was to be an experiment with the elements and their transference to living beings through these mediums he had chosen, as each pack dwelled within and around the aura of his chosenly imbued 'focus'. There was only one explosion of these magics, as he'd attempted to create another area, a surge of wild magic had sent it, and the wolves that lived there, away from the island into the nothing. This, he simply discounted as a necessary failure.

His plan seemed to work; each pack slowly bred into the different elemental traits he had imbued, and over five long years, it seemed that the newer generations were slowly becoming more and more elemental. The wolves of the forest became quicker-moving and gained the ability to camouflage themselves in most any natural setting. The desert dwellers seemed to gain the ability to see in darkness, their eyes flaring up like a dying ember and when they walked it seemed their paws were aflame. Other traits were seen as well, such as the ability of the wolves that lived near water to seemingly 'push' the water with a thought, enabling them to seemingly catch fish by making the very water expel them!

However, there had been a snag in his plan; over the years, he had slowly been losing track of the air-imbued wolves. It seemed that every time he went to view their pack, it was dwindling and seeing that he had not viewed any of them growing physical wings, he thought they could not have simply flown off. After searching for long months and doing numerous other studies, he had realized that perhaps the air element had made them unstable and something catastrophic had happened. Returning to his home one evening, in the middle of this land, he fell asleep to tumbling thoughts in his mind about where they had gone and how they had managed to disappear. This would be the last thought he would have, as the air-imbued wolves had discovered something very interesting, and that evening, two males snuck invisibly into his dwelling and tore him to shreds, leaving naught but scraps of clothing.

The seasons of Paragon fall in a generally even, every three months rotation based on the equinoxes and solstices. In our out of character time, they fall on specific days of the calendar; in the wolves' lives, they simply happen as a natural change of the world around them. Your wolves do NOT have calendars, thus they do not refer to the seasons as months, rather they speak of the season itself and then whether it is "Beginning", "Middle" or "End" of the season.

The seasons do not affect all of the areas of Paragon equally. The territories claimed by the particular elements are affected differently as the elemental foci of the lands tends to change certain things accordingly. Keep in mind, however, that an elemental wolf is always comfortable in his or her own element's territory! Below is a list of the elemental territories of Paragon and any differing effects that the seasons have on them: