You trudge through the tall blades that covered the meadows in which you found yourself, the stench of petals and pollen clouding your senses as you attempt to navigate your way home. "How could I have gotten separated from the others during the hunt?" you ask yourself before half-heartedly blaming the delicious scent of hare. Suddenly, you hear a sweet voice call over the green horizon "excuse me, are you lost?" she comes into view, revealing a golden wolf plastered with a curious gaze. You look down at your paws sheepishly, fumbling over your answer. The golden wolf lets out a friendly chuckle as she reassures you "many wolves get lost in the scents of my territory! How about I show you around so you may find your way back next time?" Her kind eyes don't leave yours "you can call me Eve, by the way. What's your name?"
