You trot up a hill, peering over a pack of wolves. A warm breeze catches a vine from a willow tree and causes it to smack your nose. Ouch! An unfamiliar wolf notices you and laughs. You look away in embarrassment. The wolf approaches you with a smile. "Welcome to Willows Point. I'm Birdie," she says kindly. "Approach others with caution; the wolves here aren't very welcoming," she advises before turning away.
