Your pawsteps lead you up a rocky path that snakes its way up the mountainside, perilous yet still clearly well-traversed. The path ends abruptly, and at the dead end sits a she-wolf of soft copper and rosy gold. Her back is turned to you, but you can tell she is aware of your presence - probably has been long before you even reached her.
When she turns her head to glance at you over her shoulder, you can see her eyes are the color of a pale sunset. Her face is a ghostly white ticked with shades of pale fire. After your pawsteps stop echoing and the silence hangs heavy for a moment, she flicks her ears at you.
"And who might you be, stranger?" Her voice is low and smoky, alluring even. Her sunglow eyes roam over you, and after a brief moment of contemplation she straightens her posture and turns around to face you.
"Well, I suppose I should introduce myself first. I am Glory Days, the One Who Follows the Sun. Welcome to the lands of Virreasar."
