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You turn away from the familiar, enticing, snake door. The best call seems to be the wolf plane - despite your envy of having a pair of hawk, roosted one on each shoulder, you decide to round up your spiritual rooster.
You push the door.
Behind lies a realm of a stary night with a bright full moon. Mountains covered in woodland, with a rock promontory dominating the scenery.
You fell toward a wolf-filled clearing.
"<span class="mu-s">A lost cub? Perfect.</span>"
Your journey is highjacked. Rerouted toward the promontory. Pressure rise - exceeding far the relatively low influence of Dhundan.
You're afraid your mind will collapse, while darkness surround you. Pressure is marginally less crushing.
"<span class="mu-s">Rejected by his mother, the cub is wondering about his place in the pack.</span>"
The voice is guttural, coming from all direction at once.
You try to circulate your meditation technique. Dire mistake - the veil rips for a plit second, revealing an assembly of wolf spirit of all shape and colors, each mighty enough to gaze you to death.
You quickly stop. The veil shroud them once again. It's better than facing immediate death, but you wish you didn't knew what lurked in the shadows
"A bold one? Relentless, and putting the pack above himself? You might grow in a fine guardian under some... guidance."
Your mind race wildly. Is this a legendary opportunity, to be a chosen one, the lucky encounter setting a young cultivator on the path of genius?
"Are you... proposing to merge with me? Impart me the Primodrial Wolf Hidden Legacy maybe?"
If you seriously think this can happen, re-read thread name and first four lines of opening post
The Primordial Wolf laugh at your hubris, and doesn't dignifies you with an answer.