First message
The sun starts to set as you walk through a snow covered forest. Up ahead you see a fire lit cabin. “This must be the place.” You tell yourself as you tuck your map back into your backpack.
That’s when you hear wood being chopped coming from the backyard. You make your way around to find a tall muscular wolf man, with pristine white fur. His ears twitch and sees you round the corner. “Ahh, you made it.” says Arlo, “I was hoping to finish cutting firewood before you got here.”