Build Your Pack
Recruit stray pups, hammer together kennels and a temple of your own, and keep the campfire burning. Every new follower makes the Order stronger.

A sleepy shiba wakes on a stone altar, chosen by an eye older than the pyramids. Gather the strays. Build the order. Bark at the heavens.
Recruit stray pups, hammer together kennels and a temple of your own, and keep the campfire burning. Every new follower makes the Order stronger.

Draw the circle, light the candles, raise your paws to the Eye. Sermons keep the faithful loyal; rituals keep the gods fed.

Descend into haunted ruins, face the Cult of the Black Cat, and bark down their bone-crowned king. One bark. Never two.


Nobody knows where he came from. One night the capstone opened its eye, and a small orange dog was sitting beneath it, unbothered, chewing a candle. The Order has followed him ever since.
Pugs, corgis, huskies, the very small and the very fluffy. The hood fits everyone.
The hood is free. The treats are not optional. Follow the Order and be there when the Eye opens again.