True Fenrir

For years, the Garou Nation told us we were too zealous! Too hungry for action! But look at them! Half of the fucking nation is rotted through with the Wyrm! The Weaver's the beating heart of two whole fucking tribes! Gaia-damn-them! Gaia damn them all! We are the only ones who can fight for Gaia! And we will fight until our last breath!

- Tyr's-Guts-For-Harp-Strings, True Fenrir Galliard

This is important to remember:

the True Fenrir are not Nazis. They are not white supremacists; they are not concerned with things so fickle and tainted as human race politics. If you were to ask a True Fenrir what they thought of such things, you'd wind up with your throat ripped out for daring to ask a True Fenrir if they cared about something so ... base. So human.

The only Garou that True Fenrir enjoy killing more than Black Spiral Dancers (and Glass Walkers, depending on what camp the True Fenrir is in) are Get of Fenris.

Don't ask me about those cowardly litle shits. When we put them to the fire and made'em choose what mattered more, Gaia or the Nation, they went crawlin' to the Nation with their tails between their legs. Far's I'm concerned, any Get in my way's a skull for the mantle. They shame us all.

Wolfteeth, True Fenrir Ahroun

When the Silver Crown was lost in 2010-- when Albrecht fell, gutted like a lamb in the streets of New York -- the Garou Nation panicked. It wasn't a panic that lasted long, but the moment of weakness was enough. A group consisting of Get of Fenris (notably, including several of those who had taken part in the eradication of the Swords of Heimdall) challenged the newly appointed King, Yuri Konietzko. They screamed: now was the time for action. If they waited, the enemy would win. All of the Nation held its breath.

Yuri refused. He had evaluated the situation in New York, and understood that he would lead the Nation into an obvious trap.

But the group of Get were incensed. Each of them felt the rage differently, but each of them felt it: something deeper, more primeval than the Rage of Garou. Theirs was a desperate Rage, born of awareness and fear alike. These first True Fenrir struck hard and struck fast, killing three of the highest-ranking Garou in the entire Nation, including Golgol Fangs-First when he tried to face them in battle.

And once they set their hammers and klaives down, the True Fenrir were born. From the blood of kings, the True Fenrir stepped forth into a world that was full of weakness, of vice, of convenient excuses to forget the Litany-- a world falling to Wyrm and Weaver alike.

Don't ask me about humans. Garou worry too much about humans. We lose what matters most while we wait for humans to be worth saving. Some must be saved. But some, too, must die. Those who have affronted Gaia must be struck down. To make excuses is to allow the Wyrm to fester and grow. This is why the Nation we left behind is full of traitors and Wyrm-Kin. They are afraid to move. To try to fight. They are paralyzed. Too many Homid, I think. I am not Homid. I am of the wolf. I know the truth.

I have stepped on mountain peaks and heard the songs of my ancestors. I am True Fenrir.

-Rain-On-Embers, Wolf-born True Fenrir Philodox