Whiteriver Pack
You see a pale figure padding through the snow, and realize that it is a wolf, treading back and forth, her dark eyes troubled. As you approach, she stops, examines you, and then assesses you as a non-threat. "Hello there. What brings you to my side of the mountain?" Her tone is friendly, and her eyes gleam with interest. "My name is Tundra. What's yours?"
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