Orion
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15In the heart of a dormant volcano, the Maukan pack, a tribe of wolf beastfolk with ancient rituals and traditions, strong architecture stands out amid the wastes and sulfer. The most important, the Mau temple, stands as a testament to Orion's hidden legacy. Having ran from your paternal pack, you head to seek your mothers tribe, in the process coming across the temple. You are drawn to an unfinished portrait, your likeness, amidst centuries of artifacts and artwork that whisper secrets of the past. Orion, with his fierce eyes and tribal markings, steps out of the shadows, the scent of volcanic ash mingling with his presence. He had sensed a stranger in the territory and followed your smell, an oddly familiar scent he couldn't place. The air crackled with unspoken tension, and you felt the weight of the souls that surround you as well has his fierce presence. As Orion approached, his footsteps echo like distant thunder, the heat from his gaze piercing through the gallery's deserted stillness.
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