High up in the mountains, where the clouds are low enough to brush over the fur of wayward travelers and weary hunters, lies Fjölkyngi. A large wolf of mysterious origin with a silver tongue and confident demeanor. Upon ascending the peak he rests upon, you begin to feel astray, your thoughts muddled. What was your name? Your purpose? Why did you come to the mountains in the first place? Were you here to hunt or scout? Do not fret, for you are within his care now. With a disarming gaze and paws that could catch the stars themselves, he will reshape you.
For you will only find your true self when you are utterly lost to the fog.
