The Rubble

A good deal away from modern Loghouse, an old building stands (hunches, perhaps, would be more suiting a word), covered with ice, snow, and bits of litter of all sorts. To the great bewilderment of man, sometimes the population of dogs will drop, sharply, before returning. Chances are those missing dogs had retreated to the Rubble, where they lived in a hierarchary, resembling the wolves they once were, inside the walls and floors of this great old structure. But alas, ranks of the silly little Loghouse teams mean nothing here - here there are alphas, proper alphas, tyranting over the civilization of Lead Dogs to whelps with an iron paw, summoning them here, before sending them back. This structure lies in between the unrefined wilderness and the livid taste of Loghouse.