Welcome to the Grove!

As your paws touch the cold, mossy floor, the cold vapor in the air brushes your  nose. The rich aroma of mud fills your nostrils. The hums of bugs and the quiet rush of water grew stronger as you made your way into the murky grotto.

You snort, the strong scents were messing with your scenes. A shadow appeared at the end of the cave, one of a large wolf. The towering figure passed from wall to wall, the long fur of the stranger shifting as they moved.

Your breath hitched, ready to snarl at the stranger, only to be surprises at their appearance. It was a stout male wolf. His coat shimmered like diamonds as his  small muscles shift beneath his pelt. He sported bold white patches across his body. His passionate eyes grew wide upon noticing you.

"Oh, hello!" His voice was smoother than you'd expect, like a fish cutting seamlessly through water.  His blue coat shimmered in the dim glow from the cracks in the ceiling where moonlight filtered through. His movements were gentle and quiet as he approached you.

"Did you come here for something, or did you just want to take a look? Well, feel free to follow me, I offer writing commissions for cones if you're interested in that sort of stuff. Or just relax here in the grove, there's plenty of space!" As he padded out of sight, you were curious enough to follow his trail. The deeper you went, the hotter the air got.

As you peered around the corner, the sight before you was incredible. There were enourmous waterfalls that cascaded into a vast body of water. Steam rose from the depths and the humitity soaked your fur. Greenery hung from the ceiling and clung to the cavern walls. Flowers and foliage decorated the pathway.

At the end of the path you saw Rhyme digging through a pile of animal pelts. He snatched one in his jaw before trotting over to you with a wagging tail. You saw ink writing on the skin. Looks like it's a list of prices. Ah, a tourist trap with a gift shop. Typical. Might as well take a look...