Cailleach forged this pack from the mountains themselves. She spends everyday working to keep the pack well fed and happy. She accepts any wolf, but if they don't play their part, she doesn't hesitate to chase them into the wilderness.
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She inclines her head to you, blinking her large yellow eyes. "Welcome to my pack. You should come by during winter; we're a lot more lively then," she says with a smirk, her voice icy.
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Cailleach's back is turned to you and she's drawing something in the dirt with her claw. On closer inspection, you see a crude drawing of two wolves (playing together?); it's hard to tell from the shaky lines and basic shapes. "...Otaktay," you hear her whisper.
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Oir enters Cailleach's den, looking at the collections of feathers, bones and shells stacked along the walls. As he walks over to sniff a pile of grouse feathers, Cailleach looks up from where she was laying, her eyes flashing. "Do you need anything, Oir?" she asks.
Oir drops to his stomach, bowing. Cailleach approaches him and puts a paw under his chin as she eases him back to his feet.
He clears his throat with a deep, low growl, "I was just wondering when you could get around to building a second cave for the hunters. Gwen is driving everyone insane. You don't have to spend time around that-"
Cailleach rolls her eyes. "I'll work on it - if you would mind having your hunters help with collecting all the leaves and branches and rocks I need?"
Oir shakes his head, frowning. "I'm sorry. We spend all of our energy hunting when we go out."
"I figured. But without materials there will be no cave," Cailleach says, sighing. She falls into silence, with Oir neither moving or speaking. The corners of his lips twitch, showing the barest hints of teeth.
"You can leave now," Cailleach says, turning a shoulder to him.
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