ForestBrook lore You've been following this river East for days now, and you have no ideas where you may be going, the trees crowd themselves with mushrooms around you and the wind has an air of unease, a rustle from the bushes behind you alerts you of a scent you have not picked up yet, no matter how pungent it may be. Your head snaps to where the sound was heard and up pops a small wolf, big orange mushrooms sprouting from it's ears;It spots you and runs off, a trail of small mushrooms in it wake. You follow them no matter how much you struggle to keep up, and are eventually led to a large clearing bustling with strange wolves and even stranger conversations about dusk. The apprentice you had followed is hurriedly talking to a pale blue she-wolf, who turns in your direction. You hide, but the she-wolf immediately spots you. She kindly tells you that she means no harm, and that she's the leader of this pack. You ask about the mushrooms and find that the apprentice isn't the only one growing plants and fungi upon their body, and many wolves upon growing up receive something strange on them, and that tonight, a young wolf will sprout something of his own at dusk. Eager to watch, you agree to stay the night. Upon dusk you see the wolves crowd around a pale young apprentice, and at the cusp of dusk when the last light shone upon him, a small, black, mushroom sprouted from his forehead, and another, and another! Till the mushrooms resembled a crown. The wolves congratulated him, and pups eagerly told him about what plant they wish they will sprout in the future. You go to bed full and wondering what happened with this pack to give them such strange features. But when you awake, you realize that you are no longer in the clearing. And a soft echo of a name rings through your ears. "FernBrook…"
