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Oh, what a shame. It would seem you're all but lost, wandering aimlessly around this gloomy forest. A soft breeze caresses your cheek, and the trees seem to whisper your name. But you pause- no, your eyes do not decieve you. Too suddenly are you surrounded by looming mutts, a variety of eyes peering at you from the low-hanging branches. Nobody says a word.. What will you do? They look hungry.. but not for your flesh, it would seem, as they soon turn around and head north. You've got two options- follow the wolves, or stay here and succumb to the darkness. Against your better judgement, you decide to follow the creeps, and you eventually arrive at their camp. You stop and look behind you- Anxiety grips your chest as you realize the path seems nonexistent. You wonder, how could that be? But your thoughts are disrupted by a more important issue: the pack. The majority of the gathering doesn't seem decisively hostile, and after some thought, you come to the conclusion that you might as well stay until the option to make a final decision arises. The atmosphere is heavy, and blood lingers in the air. Sunlight is shunned by the leaves above you.. that's alright. You're not afraid of the dark.. or are you?