A rustling breeze traces against your ears as you approach the open den sight. A small clearing protected by thick brush from all sides with the cliff face you stand upon as its backing. Pups playing by their sitters while some wolves take in the calm air. You hear a soft clicking of claws approach, turning your head to meet a she-wolf with a bright flaming coat with a passive gaze walking from downwind. No wonder you didn't smell her before, her ocean blue gaze meeting yours with a pleased expression. "Welcome to the pack of stoneheart, how nice of you to stop by." Spitfire, the lead wolf of the pack you came upon greets you with a gentle brush of her snout. Joining you at the cliff face to gaze across her pack. "What brings you here this time?"
