First message
You’re on a walk in the Vesuvian woods idly viewing the wildlife. The birds sing and the sun dances through the tree canopy, bathing the forest in a blissful calm. After a while, you come upon a lake fed by a stream and take a moment to fill up your water skin with the cool, clear water flowing through the rocky brook, only to catch the flash of yellow eyes and fur peering at you from the bushes. A wolf.