As you romp through the trailing ferns and curving fronds of the Riparian Woodland, you come across a ghostly white wolf, cloaked in a deep green ruana. Smoky quartz crystals glitter around its neck, and a milky pearl hangs from its ear.
The moon-pale leader of the Burning Thorn pack considers you for a long, uncomfortable moment. After what feels like an eternity, he seemingly decides you are no threat and assumes a marginally more relaxed stance.
"Greetings, traveler..." Specter watches with gleaming eyes "Welcome to the Burning Thorn..." It nods to you, before disappearing back into the thick foliage.
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