_{The rope is taunt about your neck, unwillingly holding you to a tree. It seems no matter how your stretch and pull, it won't budge, but only holds tighter. What you thought was your fellow equine comes to take you away. To where? To a life of torture and submission; of slavery. You jerk back, suffocating. Wounds burn, muscles strain, hooves slide in the muck of the earth. No matter how much you fight, you cannot defeat .fate. Wolves howl in the distance, and you know as good as any, that they await the same...}

When warfare limited the human population down to one continent, it left all of North America empty of humans and full of wildlife. Animals flourished again, and the environment turned back tot he way it used to be. Deer sprang from every forest and horses ran wild on the plains. Wolves prowled in the woods, birds sang in the trees. It seemed all was well until some sort of leadership seemed to take form among the animals. This leadership grew within two species in particular; the horse and the wolf. It grew so powerful, they began to fear it. As it turns out, the species were being pitted against their own kind. Horses were keeping horses as slaves. Stallions holding mares captive, beating them, using them for whatever they wished. Wolves were just the same. All of them wild and powerful. There were a select few who banded together; the rebels. They tried to get other horses/wolves to stop keeping slaves and go back to normal. Some succeeded, others were merely killed. Some are still at work today...Were they fated to end in warfare like their human counterparts? Or can they reverse this vicious cycle and return to living in normal herds and packs?