Stormchasers

You find yourself trotting along the Appalachian mountainside of Western North Carolina, scouting the area for any future potential. The freezing air of the frosted alp sends a chill down your spine, suggesting a strong snowstorm is brewing. While searching for a nearby cave for shelter, you reach a cliffside and notice a marbled female sitting near the edge in what almost appears to be a trance. She tilts her head up to the skies, taking a deep breath with her eyes closed, a beacon of serenity in the devastation the storm will bring.

You carefully step closer, curious as to what her intentions are and how she can remain so calm in such rowdy gales, when the scuffle of rocks you've kicked up startles her out of her out of her stupor. The anxious she-wolf whips herself around and, in an attempt to seem vicious, only seems frightened as she faces you. "Who are you," she demands, "and what are your intentions in my territory?"

After a hurried explanation and careful deliberation, her actions slowly neutralize. "Ah, so you feel the storm coming too?" she questions. "It's gonna be a good one. Come, I will let you stay in our caves for the duration of the storm. My name's Juneau, by the way." She carefully walks back down from the cliff's edge and further up the mountain, where you can spot a set of cave systems and the distant scent of other wolves. "Follow me! Don't be surprised when we head into the storm, though - this is the best kind of weather to our pack. In the meantime, make yourself at home!"