8 wolves in this pack may leave due to neglect!
You have entered the toxic jungle.
From the earth beneath your paws springs forth a multitude of flowering, toxic plant life. Above your head, the branches of dangerous Manchineel trees sway, scattering their oval shaped leaves to the wind. The scent is almost overpowering. Amidst the poisonous undergrowth, colorful flora thrive, flourishing within the dark, fertile soil. A rocky den appears between the trees. Thick, gnarled roots obscure the top of the entrance and the entire area is practically covered with tiny, pale blue flowers you recognize as autumn crocus. A shiver passes up your spine when you see pups playing among the flowers, seemingly to be completely unaware of the danger all around them. Your eyes meet the watchful, yellow gaze of the pack's alpha. He is the color of a goldenrod and certainly stands out amongst the foliage. What secrets does he know? How easily could he kill another wolf with knowledge of the jungle at his paws?
"Welcome, stranger." he sends you a knowing grin, as if reading your mind. "Please tread carefully through our forest. The plants are more likely to take your life than I am."
