Prismatic Celestials

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You delve deep into a Deciduous Forest. The stars appear through the canopy and a chill breeze cut through the woods. Up ahead, you spot a clearing upon a tall hill. As you clear the tree line, a gasp of awe escapes you. Without the trees obscuring your view, a wondrous aurora danced in the sky and the stars seemed to shine brighter in the vast blackness of the sky. The sparse, but soft grass glimmered and sparkled with dew. Three large caves gaped open on the hill side as if Mother Earth herself were opening her great maw. Strewn about the clearing was a pack. Each wolf was coated in a multitude of colors. Some red, some green, some blue. There were even some yellow and many colors in between.

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Their fur seem to glitter and wisps of light flutter nearby, as if these wolves are made of the heavens themselves. As you step out of the trees, the same shimmer of the clearing seemed to flock to you and cling to your fur. A single wolf stands. She's a massive wolf. Dark with bright streaks of yellow, green and red. A bright mahogany colored shawl is draped over her broad shoulders.
"Welcome," she greets in a gentle, but strong voice. "I am Whispering Flame and this is my pack. We are the Prismatic Celestials."