Kingdom of Óenar
You stumble out of the thick of a pinewood forest, paws landing amongst the frigid snow and long-dead underbrush concealed within. Taking in the valley, several details come to mind, and you notice then not only are you surrounded by the sudden night sky when it had been bright daylight moments before, but a large black wolf is standing in the middle of the vast open area, a dark highlight against the almost glowing white of snow.
"Welcome, dear Traveler. You've come a far way to reach this distant Kingdom, here in the frozen wastelands and starless night skies.
I am Volans, son of Cepheus, King of these cold hills and sloping valleys. I shall allow you refuse and shelter, for as long as you stay . . . and as long as you obey my laws."
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