As you enter the den of the Pack of Fallen Moons, you linger by the entrance for a few moments, unsure of what you should do first. Who is the leader? You wonder as you look about, studying the wolves present in the den at the moment. Only a handful are in the clearing, lounging about and talking, or just simply relaxing from what you can see. Trying to guess who is who, and who occupies what role is a losing battle you quickly realize after standing there and studying them for a few minutes. You must look like a real creep too, you think with a huff as you shift your weight from side to side. All of a sudden, a wolf silently walks up beside you, and you jump in surprise when you notice her at first. You pause to look at her. A large black wolf with brown in some spots, blue eyes that shined like jewels, she had an almost charming aura about her you notice as you regard her carefully for a few seconds. Hold up--where had she even come from? A little strange she had just stopped to stand beside you, someone who is not from her pack and a stranger to her. Has she no concept of stranger danger? You shake your head, then open your mouth to speak, but she turns her head and smiles warmly before asking, "Never been here I take it?"

You are stunned she guessed that so easily, but when you think about it, it was pretty obvious you had no idea what you were doing just standing in the entrance like a weirdo. So you simply nod in answer to her question.

The wolf hums before looking back out at her packmates, seemingly contemplating something for a few moments before she looks back at you and gives you another one of those smiles. "I've never seen you before, so you must be a newcomer. You've also been standing here for a solid five minutes. Figured I should walk over and try and interact with you," she explains cheerfully, then pauses for a second before she adds. "My name is Obsidian by the way. I probably should have started with that, huh?"

You simply shrug in response, unsure what else to do.

"Not very chatty I take it," Obsidian remarks as she bumps into your side playfully, "lighten up, friend! How about I give you a tour of the Pack of Fallen Moons? Free tidbits of history and gossip included."

You give her a skeptical look before agreeing to her proposed idea. Obsidian sets off, her pace brisk, and leaves you struggling to keep up as she launches into a long speech about the pack's history, information about her packmates, info about the territory, gossip, and everything you could possibly need to know. You even talk to a few of the wolves, and you begin to feel more relaxed. A few hours later, Obsidian wraps up the tour, and admits that she is the leader of the pack. When you go to call her by her title, she quickly insists that you don't and informs you she hates formalities. It makes you smile.

"So I guess you probably have to go, huh? It's getting late," she laments as she gazes at the setting sun, giving you a playful pout. "Now I have to find someone else to bother with all my history facts. Thanks for being a good listener--some of my packmates can't stand when I go into rants like that."

You assure her that you enjoyed the tour and all the facts, even if you weren't really listening at times.

Obsidian pauses for a moment as a handful of wolves enter the den, and she makes sure to greet every single one of them and inquire about how the hunt went. They all seem friendly. After she finishes, she gives you the scoop on all of them, giving you a mischievous smile the entire time. You realize you wouldn't mind chatting with her more, and you comment on some of the things she tells you. You feel bad when you realize you should probably go soon, and reluctantly bid her farewell.

Before you get to far, Obsidian calls out, "You come back anytime, and make it soon! You'll always be welcome in the Pack of Fallen Moons!"

You grin to yourself as you trot off, thinking that you will take her up on that offer.