Central Warehouse

A large and roomy space that echoes the slightest of sounds and always makes it's occupants feel cold and alert. Towards the center of the room is a large pile of rubbish. Anything as small as tin cans to as large as boards of furniture have been stacked and moulded together to create some kind of hill. This is the Alpha's sick idea of a throne. The two of them sit at the very top and are hidden by shadows. On the edges of the room many wolves gather and whisper and eat as this is a public meeting place except when the Alphas call for privacy. Most things happen in here, from public speeches to plans, from trials to conversations.