A light mist swirls about your feet as you make your way down the small path through the woods, tendrils reaching up before fading away. The path turns and a clearing that seemed like it could barely hold several people appears before you. Looking into the shadows opposite your location you spy two golden eyes shining from the shadows beneath a shrub in what looks like a small, make-shift shelter built of dead branches and partially dug into the dirt.
They seem to scoot closer until you can see the entire wolf. "It seems as if I've lost my touch in hiding myself properly.." a cool voice says, clearly feminine. "Since you found what I call home."
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