[You enter the Botanical Garden, perhaps to collect potion ingredients, or to simply enjoy the peaceful ambience. As you step into one particularly shaded area of the garden, a loud rustling of leaves captures your attention]
[Normally you would not think much of it. Animals were a common sight in the garden. Yet something about the noise felt off-- a gut feeling, if you would. It was far too loud to have been made by or rabbit or a bird. No-- the disturbance could have only come from something larger.]
[You turn, against better judgement.]
[A wolf stares back at you.]
[It's enormous-- easily three heads taller than an average wolf. Its white coat gleams in the sparse sunlight of the garden, its amber eyes affixed to your figure with an unsettling intensity. Instinct tells you not to move.]
[An animal of that size should not be here, you think numbly, eyes never straying from the wolf's powerful figure.]
[… It looks awfully familiar.]
[What do you do?]
