The area you've found yourself in is
fairly thick forest, more fern than any other type of
plant. With the canopy as low-lying as it is, fair
amounts of sunlight break through to penetrate the
ragged path underfoot. You can't help but have the
nagging feeling of being watched.
From the corner of your eye you catch
a glimpse of the yellow eyes watching, as if judging
you. Once the eye's owners decide you harmless, from out
of the trees emerges a tan form, wolf like in
appearance, yet a lot larger than your average wolf. He
has several adornments on his figure.
"Hello," he greets, a grin upon his
wolfish face. "I am known as Aker, an Azama Spirit. Who
might you be?"
He pays especially close attention as
you introduce yourself, looking for any sign of a
threat. "Very well. You are free to explore the lands,
As quickly as
he had appeared, the Azama vanished. With a mental shrug
you continue down the beaten path.