𝑴 𝑶 𝑲 𝑶 𝑫 𝑨

"𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟
𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑠."

The Sacred Fields is an overwhelming entity to encounter for the first time. It's nature being so ever-changing, so loosely tied to the conventions of the mortal realm that always remained in a steady movement that could be mistaken for stagnancy.

Winters are kinder here, or at least, the quiet forest blanketed in smooth white sheets did not disturb or displease. By no means is it warm, considering the breath that clouds from your maw, but there is a presence here that burns— that beckons you forth with the promise of comfort. It's oddly familiar this place, like the frayed string of a burrowed memory peeking through the soil.

Your paws lead you upon their own volition, guiding you with an assurance your mind surely did not offer. What had you come here for, again? What had been your path? Your purpose?

"You must be lost, Traveler." A rumbly, echoing voice calls. You turn, startled as you search for the direction of the voice in the hazy tree-line. Although nothing but the dark greets you, not even a breath or sweep of wind to soothe the panic in your heart.

Bone clinks against metal, that presence settling at your side pressing at your skin with the insistence of a blazing fire. You scramble backward, stumbling over your paws when you catch a glimpse of those smokey eyes boring into your very being, nipping at the edges of your mind.

"I had only been passing through, I was— I.. I'm not sure where I was headed." You're beginning to forget where you had come from as well, if you had even spoken to another wolf in the last few… days? Moon-cycles?

"As most wolves of your liking say," He moves with an unusual grace, circling you, the jangle of his jewelry piercing the deafening silence, "Tell me, Traveler, has the Moon spoken to you?"

You think of correcting him by offering your name, but the word lie stuck at the tip of your tongue. Your name, your name.. did you have a name?

"No. These woods are silent. I'm not sure when I last spoke to somebody." You're not sure why you indulge him, why this nonsense seems so serious.

He hums, pleased at this answer, "Good, very good, Traveller. I am Mokoda, your guide from here on. Worry not for your life, nor your memory. All will return soon in due time. First, I must ensure those wandering paws of yours don't bring you someplace unwelcoming. Not every being here knows the beauty of kindness. Come now, time is of the essence."

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Yorra and Mokoda have perfectly matched singing voices—you could hear it from far away!

𝑴 𝑶 𝑲 𝑶 𝑫 𝑨 smiles cheerfully at you and asks about your day. You happily share what's gone on so far and 𝑴 𝑶 𝑲 𝑶 𝑫 𝑨 tells you they're certain the rest of your day will go great.

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