Infested Wolves | Church of the Acarid

LORE & BACKGROUND

The wolves that once prowled the swamp edges, scavenging from pilgrim camps, now hunt as extensions of the hive. Their eyes gleam pale and milky, jaws warped with parasite growth. No longer driven by hunger, they pursue prey at the command of the brood. Their howls are uncanny, twisted into chittering resonance that carries for miles, chilling the hearts of those who hear it.

Moving in packs, they herd victims toward ambushes where larger guardians wait. Their coordination is unnatural, every lunge and flank executed as if guided by a single mind. Fog-shrouded nights echo with their distorted cries, the sound of wolf-song broken by insectile undertones. To glimpse them is to see predators robbed of instinct yet made all the more dangerous.

Though smaller than the hulking brutes of the hive, Infested Wolves are efficient killers. They are the brood’s swift hunters, their speed and obedience ensuring no intruder can flee. Where once their howls were the sound of wild freedom, now they are the signal of alien domination, summoning death from the shadows of the swamp.

Infested Wolves | Church of the Acarid

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