A wolf named Belladonna

"Follow me, then!" The smaller wolf padded to the base of the mountain.

Upon arrival, a few minutes later, they came across a large boulder. She motioned Erika to follow as Tyrande wandered around the side, disappearing into the earth. What seemed like a boulder leaning against the mountain was actually a secretive entrance to a large, circular chamber big enough to fit fifteen wolves.

The chamber had a small ledge to the right-hand side, where Tyrande's latest pottery was in the middle of completion. To the left, there seemed to be a smaller dent in the wall that was filled with comfortable small pelts, moss, and dried leaves that formed her bed. A little, mini cave-like formation next to her bed was filled with her clay pots of herbs, used for both painting her other clay projects and toxicology alike. In the back of the room was a small crevice, damp and dark where she stored her unused clay. Next to the crevice was a small mound of dirt. And the entire room was dimly lit with strange, glowing moss along the sides.

Tyrande padded over to the dirt and began to dig. She pulled up a dusty personal cache that was lined with salt rocks from the springs. She went to the back in the crevice, where there was a small splashing sound. She came back with clean meat.

"Make yourself comfortable," she said, setting down the skinned rabbit and fetching herself another one in her cache before covering it back up.