ragged rock pack

Wind whistles between the cliffs, carrying the scent of wolves in your direction. Between scraggly pines and jagged boulders, their faces peer out at you - somehow, you've found your way onto their territory, and they're keeping a close eye on your every move.

You advance. 

A hulking brown wolf sits atop an overhang, fur fluffed up against the chill air. You might have mistaken her for a grizzly bear, were she not doused in the smell of alpha. In a low growl, she speaks: "You're a long way from home, stranger."

Now what?

> Approach the Alpha.

> Return to the Crossroads.