The creator of our pack. Of our race; of relentless and bloodthirsty devil wolves. This wolf gave us everything in his lifetime and built, from the ground up, the best pack to ever walk the plains. He was called Boone, and as his body withered, weakening slowly, his spirit only became stronger. When the day came that our beloved first Tyrant passed away, his soul became far more than a mere ghost.
Boone Ironjaw descended to hell and face to face, he met the devil.
In the heat, the misery, and thick of it all he saw his fallen former pack-mates being tortured for what they were. He would not stand for it. Boone faced the devil in an epic battle towards a separate world for the V's. Blood and fire fell and spread between the two demons until the devil finally agreed. Those of Red RaVage would see their own end, unlike the simple sinners of our world.
The V's were far beyond hell.