...your paws are quickly reddend from this filth,this land...home to some but a living hell to others,to betray this pack, would surley open your eyes to this. Dazed by the horrid smell,you see a black mist rolling over the land, it stops in front of you,seeming blocking you from walking any further...the mist begins to take shape.. a black female wolf,scars of battle spread over her body,with firey red eyes,haunting and unforgiving they seem to pierce through your soul... "Beware of these lands,and the horrible fate that awaits you...tell no others,and make no mistake,for even one could be costly.."with that the figure turns to mist once more,and seems to disappear from view...you shake your head,the words playing over and over in your mind...make no mistake for even one could be costly :.