Sacred Fire Pack

YOU FIND YOURSELF...

walking through densely packed woodlands, the smell of rotting leaves hitting your nose as you trudge through the unfamiliar territory. the sound of wolves in the distance is how you know you're close to a pack, but only time will tell if they're friendly or not.

you turn your head at the sound of pawsteps, light against the earth, but still audible, your jaw almost drops at the sight that greets you. a wolf, as stark white as first snow appears, which wouldn't be that odd, if it weren't for the feathers sprouting from them. with an elegant dip of their head, they begin speaking. their voice rumbles through the air, right up your spine, making you shudder with the quiet power that comes from it. it's impressive.

"you are on sacred territory, stranger," mused the strangely spectacular wolf, "trampling in the pawsteps of gods, and threatening to disturb everything i've worked to preserve. everything my pack has sought to protect," at that point, the canine lifts their head, pale eyes staring you down, "are you ready to be tested? to prove you're worthy enough to enter my pack?"

the strange wolf's offer of a test was difficult to pass up, so you find yourself nodding your head. the odd wolf seems pleased. "alright, follow me, then..."