Deadridge Pack
A rather large she-wolf with unique white, black, and gray splotches approached you and began to inspect you. Her nose pressed into your shoulder and around your rump— huh?
She pulled away from you after some intense sniffing, and barked,
”Don’t stay long here, outsider. If you do, we’ll turn you into carrion.”
She had an unwelcoming presence about her— sheesh, you didn’t even get her name. The black and white she-wolf behind her seems more friendly, though!
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