Victoria sits by your side, shoving a small gift in front of you. They want to see your reaction, saying that your joy is like a gift to them.
You compliment Victoria on their skills lately. They seem bashful, mumbling about how you're a great leader to look up to.
Victoria thanks you for being such a good pack leader. You try to return the compliment, but they get all flustered.
"Your chosen wolf's fur slowly turns green, as small sprouts of moss start to combine with individual hair strands."
