|
Mossbed Coven
As you travel through the forest, a particularly warm and comforting smell hits your nostrils. Several wolves, fresh meat, damp moss. In the corner formed by the jagged edge of a cliffside meeting the creek which must have etched it over aeons, you follow the scent to a moderate clearing, with well traveled paths surrounding a fresh kill pile to and fro various mossy stumps, jagged den entrances facing the water, sunning rocks, and brambles, a clear sign of the wolf pack activity here. All the paths radiated towards the central kill pile which was neatly organized into not only food, but toys, herbs and interesting treasures as well, and the paths continued to radiate outwards into the surrounding wood. You stand right in the middle of one of these paths. Silently, seemingly from nothing, a wolf who seemed to physically embody the mossy stones of the rivers edge appeared beside you from the wood, a subtle wag and a smirk before he speaks, "Our home is as beautiful as it is bountiful, aye? Care to stay with us a while?"HTML by Lila #225. Do not remove credit |
