Pack of Fallen Leaves
The Pack of Fallen Leaves is blessed by the Volukross. The Scout keeps watch, ever patrolling when the wolves of the pack are far from waking - and yet one wolf remains awake, forever lost in his dream-like state. Fang wanders the world without borders, padding past all those in the living world with eyes as empty and blue as ice.
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The undergrowth begins to thin in front of you, becoming crunchy earth and dead leaves, brittle bark, and something blue hiding within the trees. Nobody knows where the blue essence comes from, but you know that it belongs to whoever lives here. They litter the ground, a silent omen and simultaneously something enchanting that lures you deeper into this pack's grasp.
Continuing on your way, you see traces of wolves, but each tiny whisper of them seems to disappear no matter where you look. You are not alone here, stranger. You are a long, long way from home.
A wolf appears above you, adorned in small trophy teeth and fabric wraps as red as blood. She peels back her lips and snarls. You are not welcome here.
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