Wolves snap to attention. "Another?" One spits with disdain. "Surely it's fake." One shoots back. It had been only a couple of days since another group had brought a figurine after all. Some wolves curl their lips up, while others berate them and tell them to behave. Still, they all remain to watch the odd little group as they venture to place the figurine before the great tree. After all, the Oak would know if it was indeed fake or not.
The energy inside stills in it's motion, skittering to a halt to analyzing what has been laid before it. It twitches, as if whatever it is seeing is something it cannot quite grasp. The figurine begins to shine with ancient magic, disappearing within it quickly. The leaves above rustle, and the energy jars itself back into motion. It has accepted the figurine.
A wolf appears. A set of antlers larger than others, and head high with pride. They move fluidly as they look at the ones that have brought the figurine. Their eyes appearing unseeing, when in reality it is the exact opposite - they've seen much. Sharp, steel eyes move towards the wolf that had placed the figurine before the Oak. A faint smile appears on their lips.
"Thank you, young one, for showing the way." They dip their head slightly, grace in every movement. "I am called Mjoll."
Congragulations Qhersek! You have released the wolf, Mjoll! They have chosen to join you!

The energy inside stills in it's motion, skittering to a halt to analyzing what has been laid before it. It twitches, as if whatever it is seeing is something it cannot quite grasp. The figurine begins to shine with ancient magic, disappearing within it quickly. The leaves above rustle, and the energy jars itself back into motion. It has accepted the figurine.
A wolf appears. A set of antlers larger than others, and head high with pride. They move fluidly as they look at the ones that have brought the figurine. Their eyes appearing unseeing, when in reality it is the exact opposite - they've seen much. Sharp, steel eyes move towards the wolf that had placed the figurine before the Oak. A faint smile appears on their lips.
"Thank you, young one, for showing the way." They dip their head slightly, grace in every movement. "I am called Mjoll."
Congragulations Qhersek! You have released the wolf, Mjoll! They have chosen to join you!
