It is dawn, all around you you see beautiful rolling foothills covered in a light slightly rosy fog. Alpine forests scent the cool morning air with pine, and the animals within. As the sun rises higher into the sky and the fog burns off you notice pockets of long grass fields and a sparkling river leading from the mountains in the distance. Deer lift their heads out of the long lush grasses and snort a warning. This beautiful pristine place is your home, the Fading Hills camp of the Terra Wolf tribe.
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