The town of Lost River was an ordinary place, filled with ordinary people and ordinary animals. Everything was pretty ordinary, actually - the sleepy little town and its neighboring populaces were tight-knit, quiet communities of jovial, uncurious folks who just wanted to get along.

 

Getting along was something they could not do.

 

The people of Lost River and the two neighborhoods that shared the dessert terrain with it became deserted, the former bustling communities becoming completely abandoned, totally void of the human life that once occupied it.

 

The only life left was that of the animals, and one group of them in particular.

 

The Fading Footsteps Wolf and Wolfdog Sanctuary's former inhabitants were the only "tame" animals that were abandoned in the rush to escape the city. Left to their own devices, the canines were able to free themselves from their enclosure and start their lives anew, allowing their instincts to lead them.

 

The feral animals have formed their own coterie of sorts, a nomadic group that could loosely be described as a "pack." Being left to their own devices, the wolfish creatures must learn to survive on their own in the harsh environment, each one struggling to understand one minor detail: what's with all the beaver dams?