Mansae

Mansae

In the far corner of the trees rests a nest of brilliant blue orbs, the very ones that danced about your paws when you first arrived here. They almost appear sentient, reacting to the heat of your gaze and dancing around in the vague shape of another wolf. As you approach, a ghostly figure begins to form. A wolf, with a haunting losna coat and dazzlingly bright eyes, so out of this world that you think you might be dead.


"This is Mansae," Don Quixote tells you, "she led our pack to this land, and even in death, she still remains to protect us." An echoing yip sounds in your ears, and when you look back, Mansae and the orbs are gone.