you approach a wolf hunched over in a corner of the cave. she seemed to be busy sorting clam shells but when she notices you, she jumps in her own fur.
after you introduce yourself and ask to hear her story,
she lets out a soft sigh, looking around before agreeing,
"I am Narmada. i was originally part of the Meshki pack, along with Varuna, before the rest were massacred by invading humans.
our home used to be beautiful. peaceful. every morning i would wake to the sound of crashing waves and swaying grasses. but those days are long past now.
after the humans invaded, we joined Queen Saraswati to find the other packs- before we found out the same had been done to them. the humans had taken over the entire coast, leaving all of us sea wolves with nothing.
i truly thought my life was over then. thankfully, Queen Saraswati came up with the idea to follow the old river south to find a new home. as well as the idea to unite the sea wolves under one name, the Margārīta.
we followed the river for moons. the journey was almost as much of a nightmare as the human invasion. wolves became ill, injured, and exhausted. i tried my best to help them but with limited herbs, the weak and old passed. i, no- all of us were have lucky to have made the brutal journey.
eventually, we found the lake. after suffering so much loss and not wanting to lose her own pups, the queen decided we should settle here for the time being.
it's safe here. there are no humans. the only real danger are the larger hoofed creatures and the occasional wildcat. i see no reason to leave but i suppose the others yearn for something- more. they are not used to eating prey with fur and the snow."