Honeywood Pack

You walk along the creek, enjoying the crisp air of the Taiga, when the scents of many wolves tickle your nose. You stop and look around. Farther up the slope of the creek bank, you notice what looks like a huge mound of large rocks that doesn't seem to belong with the rest of the landscape. There are smaller mounds nearby and the trees all around the area have been marked by claws. You realize that you may have stumbled into the den of another pack. Suddenly nervous, you start to back up, not knowing if they would welcome a stranger.

"Hello there!"

You jump a good two feet in the air and spin around to see a rusty red male wolf standing behind you. You freeze on the spot, afraid he might attack you. But you relax once you see that he means you no harm. He doesn't seem phased by your momentary panic. He just smiles and wags his tail in a friendly way.

"Sorry I startled you. Hi, I'm Emberheart. And this is Honeywood Pack. Feel free to look around. We're all friendly and romantic here and we don't mind visitors. The giant cave there is the Grand Den, where the hunters live. We have the most skilled hunting teams in the lands, able to feed our entire pack, even in the dead of winter. The smaller cave next to it is the Clinic, where the herbalist and scouts live. We have the best herbalist in the region, the bravest scouts, and the cutest puppies too. The other cave you see there is the Honeywood Training Academy, where pupsitters like me teach puppies everything they need to know about pack life. We take in a new class of pups every seven rollovers. If you want to buy one of our young graduates, check our Sales cave. If you're really interested in what we're all about, you can read our pack lore. Oh, it's time for the puppies' lessons now! I should be going. See you around!"

Emberheart gives you a respectful nod and runs off in the direction of the Academy.

Honeywood Pack Lore