Whitethorn Pack
Early morning mist swirls around your aching paws as you climb the mountain trail, trekking further and further into strange and dangerous territory. To one side of you is a shear drop off the mountain side and your paws kick up small rocks that drop down, down into the valley below, echoing as they clack and skitter over grey boulders jutting out of the cliffs. This high up you can see the peeking rays of the dawn sun dressing the peaks in a rose and peach glow, and for a moment you forget the difficult journey to admire the beauty this biome has to offer.
A soft breeze carries the scent of nearby wolves, and soon follows a few warning cries from what you can safely assume is a local pack. You ponder whether to answer or to remain silent...
[Remain Silent]
Deciding you'd rather keep to yourself for now, you carry on up the trail. The sun has fully risen in the sky by the time you reach a fork in the path. To the left the trail curves up to a rocky pass, and to the right the trail slopes down into a thicket of tall pine trees. Before you can make a decision, you hear a low growl coming from the direction of the pine thicket and turn to see a large, beige she-wolf keeping low to the ground, her lips peeled back in a snarl.
"Trespasser," she spits, "you are on Whitethorn lands. Leave now or face our wrath."
The she-wolf's tail is raised and bristled, her stance slightly leaning forward, and you think she may not be one to pick a fight with. YOU LOSE
[Answer the Cries]
Your ears perk up to the song of the strange wolves, and you howl your own in response. The harmony stretches for a few moments longer before fading into mere echoes, and ahead of you the distinct sound of paws crunching gravel begins to come closer. Around the corner comes a large, beige she-wolf who is obviously well-fed and healthy. She stops when she sees you, her blue eyes scanning you head to tail before calling out,
"You are in Whitethorn territory, stranger." Her voice is strong and confident, perhaps she is accustomed to dispersing rival wolves from her pack's lands. "If you come in peace, you may rest and eat with us before you continue on your journey. If not...well, let's hope you are stronger than you look," she quips.
You feel your stomach rumble at the possibility of a hot meal. Should you trust this stranger and her offer?
[TO BE CONTINUED]
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