Entering the Unspoken Ones' Dynasty lands, a thick, choking fog engulfs you, blinding your eyes and confining your lungs. After the painful moment briefly passes, the fog lifts, and the flora glows cyan with your touch. Wandering to explore the new surroundings, you come to realize where you are - the Spirit Realm.
You approach a small shrine belonging to Rumora. There's two pinches of wolf hair - both of a similar, brunette color - a bundle of pine needles, and multiple pelts and tiny carcasses, which smells of rats, hares, and weasels.
A faint, gentle voice whispers in the wind...
"...Most of my life has been spent alone, wandering for days among trees and brush. I only remember one memory of my family, but it was horrible; my mother and father were fighting, broke skin and spilled blood. I looked for my sister for comfort, but I had soon realized that our mother was taking her away, and I was left with our father. That was the last time I had seen my sister... until I met a familiar face in the coniferous forest. I recognized her scent immediately. We were finally reunited, and in our time separated, she had grown a pack of her own. I was so proud of her, and I still am... I'm glad I was able to support her until the end, my sweet and loving sister."
