My humble input:
On the ragged edge of the world I'll roam, And the home of the wolf shall be my home.
It is Post-Homo-sapiens. The last human had disappeared off the face of the Earth, leaving naught but a memory that is easily erased.
Wolves have reclaimed the land. Packs roam far and wide, their pawprints imprinted on every piece of earth. Loners howled at the moon; pups battled their littermates for food; couples nuzzled each other lovingly.
But these wolves are not your average wolves.
The humans were wiped from the Earth by an airborne virus that killed in thousands. Other animals contracted it, were infected, became carriers of the pathogen. But their reactions to it were not as fatal. Canines, in particular, had these mild reactions, but in wolves these traits are seen more prominently.
Coats of each and every colour, appendages of each and every shape, bodies, forms and shapes that were nothing like any you have seen before -- all exist, and all roam the earth. More particularly, North America. Wolves thrived on the continent, and soon two packs were built.
Choose one, and make it your home.
For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack. No graphics, sadly. May one day combine it into a picture, but not likely anytime soon...