Grey Ridge Pack
As you climb the steep ridge, you can’t help but feel watched. After sniffing the air, you catch the scent of a female. Spinning around wildly, you desperately try to locate the smell. That’s when you feel eyes burning into the back of your head. You turn around, coming inches away from a huge female. She chuckles, stating that she couldn’t help but scare you. She’s definitely a sweet talker, making you feel safe even though you barely know her.
After getting to know you more, she seems comfortable enough to welcome you into her packs camp. From down below you wouldn’t even know it was there. There are large hot springs throughout the camp, and tons of trinkets thrown around. Wolves young and old walk around, chatting happily with one another.
The female turns back to you, an eyebrow raised in a silent question.
What are you here for?
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