Guinevere

Making your way past Thorn, you find a beautiful gray and blue she-wolf dragging a doe carcass into the hoard in the middle of the camp. The Cnitharian tendrils adorning her body sway in an otherwordly wind, and the lunar markings on her fur shimmer in the sunlight. You didn't know that Cnitharian wolves were even capable of staying in the daylight world like this, but she seems to be quite comfortable.

She puts the carcass with the rest and trots over to join you.

"Well you look curious," she smirks and bends down to stretch. "Everyone always says, 'Guinevere, I thought all the Cnitharian wolves stayed in the Lunar World, are you even a /real/ Cnitharian?' Well, sit down and let me tell you a story, little wolf."

You're about to tell her that you're not /little/, but she finds a shady spot near the edge of camp to sit and you feel compelled to join her. She smiles, and the tendrils along her back settle contentedly.

She takes a breath and begins talking.

"When our leader, Brazen, first discovered the Lunar World, he did not know much. The leaders of other packs had traveled to the same place many times before him, but Brazen had to learn everything as he went.

"When he stepped into the lunar forests, he stumbled upon a pair of pups. Strange markings and tendrils adorned their fur, and their pack was nowhere to be found. With Vulkros and Lunar predators constantly roaming, he feared for their safety. So young and without protection, they would have died without Brazen's compassionate paw.

"He tried to take them in as his own, but he did not realize that Cnitharian wolves could not leave the Lunar World for long. When they arrived, warmly greeted by the Sleeper Pack, the pair of pups only grew weaker over time. The pupsitters didn't know what to do, and Solem, our herbalist, had no remedy for something that was not of their world.

"Fearing the worst, Brazen returned to the Lunar World and spoke with whoever he could find. Traders, scouts, leaders, anyone who crossed his path. The only clue he could find from any of them was that the Lunar Tears that he had been collecting on his travels could be used for more than just currency. They were magical in nature, and could be used as such.

"With that in mind, he found himself returning to the little pups to once again figure things out for himself. Nobody was allowed inside the leader's den as he worked, but some wolves could have sword they saw a blue glow coming from deep inside.

"Hours later, when the sun began to dip beneath the horizon and the rest of the pack began to worry for their leader and the pups inside, Brazen finally emerged. One of the pups had not made it, but the other was more alive and well than she had been since Brazen first found her. She grew to be just as healthy as the other pups in the pack, and became a fine hunter.

"Brazen named her Guinevere, from the old legends he had heard as a young pup himself. And now here that little Cnitharian pup sits today, one of the very few of her kind in the Daylight World. Of course, half-Lunar wolves exist practically everywhere, it's surprisingly common for Daylight and Lunar wolves to intermingle, but there are not many who carry a story like mine."

She yawns and stretches her legs, both of you only now noticing all the other young wolves who have sat down nearby to listen to her story. She chuckles and gestures her head towards one of the other wolves in the group.

"It looks like one of our scouts is back. If you enjoy stories, I'm sure Sights will have plenty for you."

You nod and rise to go find the next wolf.

To Continue: Sights --->