You stagger forth, the exhaustion and lack of food and water have left you with limbs that can no longer support your thinning bodice. Your vision seems to be playing tricks on you, because you notice through the haze, two figures trotting toward your collapsed body. You do seem to be going insane, but wait, as they get closer, you relize it isn't a hullucination. These two creatures are of your kind, wolves. The one on the right seems to be a blackened brown. On the left, a gray and white wolf. As they tower over you, the gray wolf speaks. "Hello, welcome to Badaa. This is the land of our grandmother, who sadly passed away with the rest of the population, during the famine. We are now the ones taking care of the sacred lands. My name is Charlotte, and this brown piece of work is my brother, Cyprus." The wolf looks at you gently, and her brother now speaks. "Come, water is nearby. Food is now plentiful, and there is enough land for you to stay. Now, for the tour." The pair slink off and you muster up enough strength and follow them.