Blacktail Deer Plateau haunted by delusion

The cloying scent of sweet berries swirled around the air that shifted between Ash Paw and the other. Her eyes were drawn to the white foot paws stained in purples and blues. Smelling of sickening sweet and fermented berries.

There was an accent to the other. A sense of old world. that Ash Paw didn't quite understand or know what to think. It added an air of mystery to the white she wolf in front of her. Small of stature, and thus far. Kind.

I'm Ash Paw. I am a healer for Basilica. As well as an avid worshipper. may I inquire of your footpaws??