Your form moves swift-fully onto a new terra you had never crossed before. Its beauty and grace amazes you and you stare, watching from the over look. You smirk, not seeing any wolvens and go to raise you maw to the heavens, to try and claim this land as your own.

A graceful maiden steps forward, right before your very eyes. Her form is sleek, and graceful, mitts not making a sound as she closes in on you. Her mitts stop inches from your own and she looks down upon you. Eyes first emotionless. Her form is proud and triumphant as she looks upon you. Her tassel is raised high, marking her the alpha. Her gentle kissers pull back, revealing perfect ivories and she smiles, having a double meaning to her grin. She speaks softly to you, barely audible, only for your audettes. "Hail wolven...what are you doing upon my lands?" She pauses, looking from you to her forest. Moments later, many pairs of eyes appear, watching you, glaring at you, smiling upon you. "I am Sona....the leader here at Clover Sanctuary.....state your business here....if I see it suits my lands you may stay and rejoice among us.....if it be threat...you die by my lethal...."she grinned, double meaning showing through now. Her eyes gleamed with Pride for her pack. With that she turns, leaving you a note upon the wind to hear. “If you are neutral in this great war of pures and darks, you may stay...." she sings to you, her beautiful tones ringing in your audettes. Her tassel sways gently on the breeze as you watch her fleeting form. Many wolven stay behind, glaring upon you, awaiting your choice, if you make the wrong one, you may end up as dinner.....

So what will it be? Stay and live among the strong, or leave and be chased off to your death....