WindStorm

Finally, after many trials and failed attempts that made other pups burst with laughter, WindStorm let out a proper, long howl! Still somewhat high-pitched, but it couldn't be mistaken for anything else other than a growing, strong wolf.

WindStorm frantically dug in the soft ground, able to smell the toy but not find it. A little upset, she kept trying for a long while, and Selkieᴺᴮᵂ was impressed with such determination.

WindStorm informs you that they're counting the exact amount of steps it takes to get to their favourite napping spot. They don't say why, but they seem quite invested.

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It's this confounded fog. It came out of nowhere, roiling in with the moonrise, transforming well-known territory into a forever coldness. Now unfamiliar earth squelches under each stride as you stumble blindly through rustling white tallgrass, your pelt snagging on branch. Even the air is inscrutable, thick with the scent of mud.

A Elk among the brush-tipped rushes alerts you too late, as a white and blue blur surges straight for you, colliding and sending you tumbling downhill, plunging into icy murk. You resurface, sputtering, and the tooth-bared maw of a looming she-wolf snaps urgently, "Hsst! Hush!"

Stilled by instinct, your ears prick as the wind picks up suddenly; there is a booming sound as of paws beating, and a growl in the underbrush uphill rings out across the snow.

Confused you stare into the white eyes of your companion in danger-filled silence, until the sound of paws retreat.

"You were lucky," she whispers. "That was no mere wolf. He has eyes like mine, and can see through the fog." Her eyes glint a light. "You are far from home, aren't you, Traveler? Not many make it this far without meeting an terrible fate. You find yourself, in Whispers of the Stars."

You mutter gratitude as you both shake the cold muck from your pelts. "Come, we will walk the streambed to hide our scent from the Wolf, and other beasts besides. I know where to find some sunshine," she says simply, setting off. You followed until you reach the base of a rocky bluff that switchbacks high into the fog. The she-wolf leaps up, balancing easily on the cliff's edge, and you hurry to follow as she disappears into the mist above. Tracing her quick steps, at last you burst through the cloud onto a nursery.

Warm rays of sun radiate across a snow meadow of white grasses. From the clifftop, you can see far across the sea of mist. Which was perfect for watching and making sure the pups are safe.

You hear murmuring behind you, and turn to meet the stern Blue Moon gaze of a white and black wolf emerging from the meadow. She greets his companion with brushed muzzles, then regards you curious. "Another Traveler?"