The trees grow thicker here, away from the Qualirons. Up above tree hares scuttle away from your approach and below dull brown fowls flap away. It's as if they've learned to fear the sound of coming steps. Perhaps a carnivore resides here?

The blue wolf gives you an appraising look. "The name's Gifted Mirage. I'm a Jeweled Wolf." She raises a paw and flexes it ever so slightly. "And no, you can't touch it."

Hum. Time to go?