legends

Riva wasn’t normally out of the pack lands this late if she could help it. She had gotten turned around trying to skirt around all the packs that seemed to litter this territory like burs, she stumbled upon even when she was trying to avoid them. She managed to keep far away from their borders, scenting them from a distance and changing routes. She discovered one had set up shop in the Alabstrine Shrine and soulless forest, and another set down roots in the Range and an adjacent territory. It was madness now to get to the swamplands, where she often found herbal treasures.

She was making her way through the Orchard, medicine bag over her shoulder, with a few freshly picked herbs creating a pleasant scent around her. She found herself crossing paths with another wolf, whos pink-white fur struck her as a misfortune, especially in this winter season. The sun must glint off the snow and hurt their pinkish eye, and burn their pale skin. Indeed, she could see evidence of such a sunburn as she approached.

Not one to walk passed someone she could help, she angled her path closer to his, and stopped a polite distance away. “Excuse me sir, I couldn’t help but notice you have a few burns, I’m a healer and dont mind taking a look at those if you have the time.”