A little rebellion now and then is a good thing.

Living in Casper, Wyoming is dangerous these days. A pack of ronin Garou have claimed the town, and the lands surrounding it, as their sanctuary. The mortal folks living thereabouts blame all their woes on the handful of rough, bad, beautiful people who purchased a bar on mainstreet, turning it into both a business venture and a crash pad.

These people aren't bad, per se. They've just got short fuses and teeth to back it up.

The pack itself lacks hierarchy. When they were cast out from their tribes, they lost the luxury of rank and name. What they agree on is this: they will defend their territory to the death, be it from the wyrm or their former kin.

Welcome to Neverwhere....