The lone wolf can only wander for so long, before it finds a pack to travel with or a land to call its own. Outcasts, rogues, vagrants and hunters, the Gangrel are a Clan of survivors, who have no time for elitism, or those who look down on the experiences of another. They do not abide by the laws of the countries in which they live, or the land in which they wander. The Feral will not be tamed by the words of a petty prince, or a snivelling Baron. Carrying with them the stories of the civilisations they have crossed through, and the wisdom that comes with seeing where the foolish have failed.The world, no matter how dark, is nothing to be shied away from. The ethos of the gangrel is to embrace even the darkest facets of themselves, even if that means welcoming their beast with open arms. When dragged into this unlife, they are subjected to rituals and rites: that range for desertion, to a fight for dominance with another fledgling.