Moon Pack

The cave is tucked into a rocky hillside, small but not hidden. The mingling scents of wolves grow stronger and stronger as you approach the mouth of the cave. Craggy rocks jut out on either side, providing some shelter from wind and rain, as well as narrowing the entrance for safety from invaders. As you step inside, thoughtful orange eyes follow your every move. They are not hostile; besides, you alone against the entire pack would be no match. Rather, a dappled brown she-wolf with an air of authority stands before you, offering a slight wag of her tail. Her legs, neck and cheeks are the color of magnolia wood. Beginning at the top of her head, and running down her spine, is a rich shade of brown. The pale circles around her eyes make it look as though she is wearing spectacles. Her wet black nose twitches as she sniffs in your direction, not quite going in for a friendly greeting. 

"I am Nalypsis," she says, lifting her chin with a semblance of pride. She then gestures towards the deep brown male standing beside her. He is accented with fluffy, cream-colored undersides. His elbows look as if they've been dipped in dandelion fluff. Upon receiving attention, he straightens and dips his head. "This is August. We are the alphas of the Moon Pack."

Though she speaks to prove that they are equals, August's eyes follow her movements. He sits, smiling as his eyes shift between Nalypsis and you. It is clear that she is the true alpha here. He defers to her as she speaks to you.

At this point, the rest of the pack begin to gather at the entrance of the cave. A large male, solid black except for the pale beige patch on his throat, sits right beside Nalypsis. She beckons for the pack to come and make their acquaintance, and the dark wolf speaks. "I am Azeviche. I'm the oldest in the pack," he woofs gently.