The wind carries whispers of the Silverwood, a place not marked on any known map. It exists in the spaces between realities, a fragment of a forgotten age where the veil between the mortal and the spectral was thin. The first wolvish were not born of wolf or man, but of solidified moonlight and the sorrow of a fallen star. They coalesced within the heart of the Silverwood, drawn to the resonance of the ancient magic. Their forms were initially fluid, shimmering with an ethereal silver light. They communicated not through spoken word, but through shifting patterns of luminescence – a language of emotion and intent. The most ancient among them, known only as the Weaver, sought to understand the nature of this place, to unravel the threads of existence that bound it to the greater cosmos. It was during this time that the echoes began – fragments of past and future, imprinted onto the very fabric of the Silverwood. These weren't simple reflections; they were active, sentient remnants, capable of influencing the present. The Weaver believed these echoes were the key to mastering the Silverwood’s power. He attempted to weave them together, creating a tapestry of time itself. This experiment, however, proved disastrous, creating temporal distortions and attracting entities from beyond the veil.

Centuries passed, marked by cycles of creation and annihilation. The wolvish, now hardened and scarred by their constant struggle against the encroaching darkness, grew more focused on defense. They developed a complex system of wards and resonators, designed to contain the volatile echoes. These resonators, crafted from the solidified tears of the Silverwood, pulsed with a controlled energy, dampening the chaotic surges. However, the echoes proved resistant. A faction, known as the Silent Howlers, believed that suppression was a futile endeavor. They argued that the echoes were not inherently malicious, but simply a reflection of the universe's inherent instability. They began to actively engage with the echoes, attempting to learn from them, to *become* them. This led to a schism within the wolvish ranks, culminating in the ‘Sundering’, a cataclysmic event where a massive concentration of echoes fractured the Silverwood, creating ‘Rift Zones’ – areas of extreme temporal instability. During the Sundering, a being of pure shadow, drawn by the disturbance, emerged. It was a ‘Null’, a creature that consumed echoes, leaving behind only a chilling void. The Silent Howlers attempted to combat it, but their efforts were ultimately overwhelmed. The Null was ultimately banished, but not before leaving behind a legacy of corrupted echoes and shadowed wolves.

The current age is one of cautious observation and fragile restoration. The wolvish have learned to work with the echoes, not against them. They’ve discovered that certain individuals, known as ‘Harmonic’), can channel and manipulate the echoes, using them to enhance their senses, their abilities, and even their healing. These abilities are deeply tied to the Silverwood’s resonance, and the wolvish have developed a profound respect for the delicate balance of the place. However, the Rift Zones remain a constant threat. The echoes within them are becoming increasingly erratic, and new, darker echoes are emerging – whispers of forgotten horrors and the ambitions of entities beyond comprehension. The Harmonic are desperately trying to contain these new threats, guided by the teachings of the Weaver's lost journals. A resurgence of the Silent Howlers, now led by a figure known only as the ‘Echo Lord’, threatens to plunge the Silverwood into another age of chaos. The final echoes hold the key to either salvation or utter destruction. The fate of the wolvish, and perhaps the world, hangs in the balance.