[b]The Society, Population 315, Era of Oxameter the Walker.
Technological Developments: 
Writing 2/8
Organized Religion 2/8[/b] 

The troubled philosopher stared at the drawing in disbelief.
"It's... the Ashen Wolf!" He spoke with astonishment.
"Indeed, it must be, for what else could bear such features?" His comrade responded. 
"What in all th-"
The philosophers words were interrupted by the sudden appearance of two wolves who approached them cautiously. 
"The Wolves! Ode to Tzeentch!" The Polyposide screamed. 
"Quiet!" His comrade responded!
"They are creatures of the gods and must be treated with respect." 
They bowed in a triangle around the confused wolves and recited the Choir's hymn of The Wolves. 
"From across the black seas of infinity, we shall invoke the fool who hath built ill the foundation of what should not have ever been built. Thy soul is stone and thy flesh is same. And stone and wood penetrate naught. Tzeentch sings of tunes abhorrent. Bring thee thy sorrows; thy ambition. And may it bend and twist to a tune unimaginable. Sing the song of Tzeentch and never shall thy perish unsung. Past, Present, Future, all are the same in Tzeentch."
One of the Choirmen looked up from prayer and spoke to his fellow. 
"Now, you know what you must do." 
The other Ferream nodded and he fell flat onto the ground. His comrade than stood up and pulled out a stone and drove it into his fellow's skull  and the Polyposide continued the prayers, as is the tradition. He continued by drawing out the sacred tale of the Ashen Wolf in the blood of his sacrificed comrade.
"Ode to the time before Oxameter, before time, before reality. Existence was at its holiest, as everything was infinite, as everything was Tzeentch. (According to Society myth, the beginning of time and reality happened as a result of Oxameter's birth, and this is the time before that when everything was meaningless and constantly contrary due to it being completely being in the domain of the Chaos god Tzeentch.) From the bowls of Chaos emerged something new, a color not black nor white, yet somewhere in between. And it bore the name grey. With the grey came an ambitious daemon lord who bore the title, The Ashen King. He invented the concept of order. A world of stone without flesh or fire. A section of the Chaos became his, and upon it he built a city of order. With his ambition he decided that an infinity of order was only possible with the death of Tzeentch,lord of chaos. With his most valiant of warriors, the King charged into the chambers of Chaos and slew its guardians. With that the king took to the room which contained infinity itself, Tzeentch. He entered the room and stared into the infinite void. The blackness that the king observed invoked images of the future, the past, and what time cannot express. Screams cast over by the sounds of vile instruments  rang out violently. Stars trembled, the skies burned and mountains rose and collapsed, observed in but a moment. Dumbstruck, the king was consumed by the Chaos and no longer did he utter the name of order. The King was distorted and mutated, changed beyond recognition. With a great roar, he became the Ashen wolf.
Western Woodlands: 
"Well, damned. I think we're lost." Spoke the polyposide as they dragged Illis corpses through the forests. 
They wandered across the eastern side of the forests.
(Will add to this tomorrow)