Impulse

You wander through the misty rainforest, lost and confused. The moon is shining and full above, glowing a fierce, bright blue. It's been like that since you entered this territory. It looks strange and hostile; everything seems to have changed. You haven't recognized any of these plants or animals - it's like you've stepped onto a different plane of existence. Vast black tree trunks punctuated by shifting blue and orange leaves loom around you, and the heady scent of unfamiliar fruits pervades the air. Something tells you this forest has no shortage of prey. It would be an excellent place to live, if only something wasn't so horribly wrong with it. As you push through odd silvery brambles, a deep, almost amused voice stops you.
"Hello, traveler. You look hungry - why don't you come and settle with my Pack for a while?"
Luminescent blue eyes ensnare you as a beautiful, faintly glowing icy blue wolf slides out of the brush. Something about his gaze seems wrong, though - predatory and aloof. They seem to reflect the strange new moon that's been stalking you ever since you set foot here. His fur shimmers with the cold light of the blue moon as he regards you with his detached, divine eyes.
Will you stay with the strange male and learn the ways of the Cult, or will you flee and deny enlightenment?

You're not sure where you are. You were heading for the distant rainforest, but on your way you crossed into a strange, lush forest full of bulbous orange plants and shimmering black trees. Every time you try to leave, you wind up back at the same place - a tree with a huge obsidian trunk and blazing russet-colored leaves. The moon has changed; orange and red, like a planet of lava and fire. It gazes down as you pace, unable to find your way out, unable to find your way home. Occasionally you hear the howls of distant, strange wolves - slowly seeming to move closer to the vast tree you've found yourself at.
A wolf is watching you. He sits in the branches of the tree, distant and looming, watching you with his fierce orange eyes.
Maybe he knows how to leave. You call out a greeting and the wolf jumps down, revealing curling horns and shimmering, flowery fur. "Hello, traveler. My husband's Cult approaches." Something about his tone of voice isn't right - playful yet cold at the same time. It doesn't sound like he means well for you. "It is the night of Fire Moon. If you would like to leave, I'd suggest you follow me. Quickly."
Do you follow this suspicious wolf and hope he means well, or do you take your chances with this mysterious Cult?