Misted Mountain While walking through the lose rubble, your hooves scramble to get a grip on them. The mists get thicker and thicker, imparing your sight and oddly, your senses as well. *No!* You think desperatly. *I will not fail this test...I will pass it and laugh in Hecate's face!* With your new resolves comes a burst of energy and you speedily make your way up the mountainside, getting closer and closer to the top. A black shape moves through the mists towards you, this time not as a ghost. It comes to s stop in front of you, and her smile is ironic, almost mocking. "Welcome to my territory, brave one, The Misted Mountain. I didn't think you would make it this far...but you did. You have the right to stay here now, if you wish, or find another home in a different territory." She slinks off back into the mists, and you canter to catch up with her. The black shadow flickers in and out of your view, and she suddenly swerves to the left, and when you follow you see a huge tree starting to take form in the mists, and all arund it lies more mists and a murky bog. Return to the Choice of Packs
