A wolf named Belladonna

The French-Canadian kept an alert eye on the landscape as they passed through the territory. It was very rocky and steep in some areas, while in others it was slopes and hills, most covered with green forests. A few streams ran through the territory as well. A part of the territory showed signs of renewal from ashfall, suggesting that a volcano once erupted here.

Finally, they reached the communal caves. Tyrande called it Ghost Rock Network, and it fit the name well. The caves looked particularly eerie with its crystals, glowling slightly in the dark. Erika sniffed, searching for a scent."Anyone in 'ere?"