As you patrol, your nose suddenly picks up a strange scent. Lifting your head to find the source, you see nothing before you but a thick wall of fog. The mist clings to your coat and you shiver.
A beam of sunlight streams through the pine, slicing the wall of fog in half. You take a step back as you see where the strange scent had come from; a large, silver wolf with black spots over his eyes. He stands at the base of a rocky cliff and fixes you with a hazel glare. As you look on, more wolves appear around him, their coats shining silver and white in the morning sun, their hot breath showing in puffs.
Low in his throat, you hear the beginnings of a howl. The lead male raises his muzzle to the sky and releases a bone-chilling wail. His family soon follows and you feel surrounded on all sides by the echoing howl. Amidst the noise, you begin to make out a message:
"I am Lacebark. This is my pack. You are trespassing. Leave, now."
