you notice a wolf sitting apart from the others, sorting a stack of seashells. when you approach she looks up. her pale green eyes seem to stare through your soul.
when you ask for her story she stays quiet before moving her tail to make room for you to sit.
"I am Vasishta. i came originally from the Lājvardi, a pack that lived beside and controlled the kabud delta. life was much simpler back then- at least compared to now. I'd spend my days fishing along the river banks, collecting shells, harassing seagulls.
but- then we began to notice something. the water began to become murky, almost brown. which wasn't unusual during the monsoon season when the waters became turbulent but it was the middle of fall. the water began to taste off as well and parts began to dry up.
it wasn't until a scout was tasked with following up river did we discover what happened. the humans were creating dams and draining their filth into the river, letting it get washed away into the sea.
our leader tried to move us but the elders resisted, stating that this was our home for generations and that the mother of pearl would disown us if we left her sacred lands.
Hunter 
Hunter