The Tale of the Ghost Wolves

The Tale of the Ghost Wolves is a lore scrap found in Dragon's Run, south-west of the northernmost pond near a collapsed building.

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The following text is transcribed from the Journal.

There once was a girl with a pet she adored.

He had fur like silver, eyes like ice.

The gentlest of natures.

He was ever so nice.

But there were things in the forest,

Full of shadow and hate.

When the girl found her friend,

It was sadly too late.

Eyes like glass.

Skin cold as stone.

The girl wept for days.

She’d never felt more alone.

Smoke rose through the woods,

Clawing and thick.

When the girl breathed it in,

It made her feel sick.

Yet in the choking and coughing,

There whispered a voice

Beautiful and terrible,

And it gave her a choice.

She could live as she was,

Alone in the night-black,

Or make a pact with the smoke,

And get her friend back.

She didn’t wait for a second.

She agreed with glee.

So the smoke told her to wait.

Where her best friend could see.

Eyes like embers.

Fur like fog.

Her last words uttered.

“You’re a very bad dog.”