Elio Pack

As you press onwards through the thick snow that clots your fur and threatens to freeze your eyes closed, you can make out the shape of a thick furred wolf on the horizon. She approaches you as you near her, her fur a grayish brown that blends with the rocks around her.

"Are you lost?"

She does not wait for you answer and gestures for you to follow her with her tail. She presses on through the snow ahead of you as though it is water, parting it like nothing. You struggle to keep up with her strides, but eventually make out the walls of an encampment. A small brown wolf works diligently, her eyes fixed on her herbs in the entrance of one den. Several pups tumble from another.

"Welcome to Elio Pack. I'm Tyks. Rest as long as you need to."

She dips her head to another wolf, a strong black furred creature with a stoat fixed to his jaws. Odd bioluminescent spots gleam from his sides. He drops the prey at your paws and pads off, casting a suspicious glace over his shoulder only once as he retreats. Tyks watches him, clearly amused.

"Pay no mind to my brother. He can be a bit picky from time to time, but he knows his place."

As you dip your head to eat the stoat, a feeling of contentment fills your chest. All , it seems, it relatively calm in Elio Pack, and the wolves here are happy. As you settle into the warmth of the sun-soaked rock below your feet, Tyks begins a tale of her mother, the previous alpha. You flick your eyes, and listen happily. It wouldn't hurt to stay here a while, surely?