Rustwood

The cities and factories are swallowed by forest now, forest in which the wolf-folk, the skin-changers, hold dominion. No longer repressed by human knowledge, by the straight-jacket of scientific fact, magic moves through the trees, it dances in the sky as eerie light.

Man is not yet gone, but confined to the last industrial enclaves, farmed for blood by vampiric masters, the rulers of a technological underworld. There are battles yet to be fought between the surface dwellers and lurkers below, and alliances to be made with strange spirits and rogue machines.

The werewolves can be roughly divided into the Midguard, who can shift from human to wolf, though most often assume a form somewhere in-between; the Primals, who live wild as giant wolves, and can at best morph into a humanoid wolf-form; and the Junk Dogs, ostracised by the others for maintaining human language and technical expertise, they live as humans and can only shift into a wolf-man form.