Pack of coming Storms

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Walking deeper into the Riparian Woodlands - thanking the Moon that your Paws stay dry during this season - the smell of a foreign Pack of Wolves hits your nose. The scent gets stronger by the minute, leading you further into the undergrowth...

Until you come to a sudden halt, as your front paw slips into water. Great. Awesome.

Taking a disgusted step backwards you see what seems to be this stranger packs choosen densite.

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The Ground in front of you dips low, a halfmoon-shaped pool of stagnent water surrounding a slightly elevated area - surrounded by steep cliffs on three sides, leaving only one way to enter - without having to break your neck trying to climb down there. Upon closer inspection, you notice dark holes at some places where stone and dirt meet: tunnels leading to underground dens, barely noticable from the distance.

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As you take in the sight life begins to stir amongst the burrows. Heads poke out from the ground as the Pack curiously watches the intruder - you.

Out from one of the larger Dens steps a she-Wolf, a short and well-kept coat covers her body, aside from the neck where longer and more dense strands of fur gently frame her head. Muscles playing under her skin, Tail twitching and amber Eyes - glowing in the shade of a setting Sun's Sky - watching your every move warily.

She comes to a stop across from you, just short of the pool. Bowing her head slightly she introduces herself as Wind Of Coming Storm, first of her name and Leader of this Pack. She stands proudly, only the gray fur around her snout giving a clue to how many moons she has seen come and go.

Just next to her, a younger wolf emerges. Similar in color and markings but much paler. From the way this puppy stands, tail raised high and ears pointed straight at you (very much imitating the older one), she must be of great importance to these wolves.

You are allowed to stay, for now.