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Some hastily thrown together flavor text to set the scene:
After dark, a huntress returns to her camp only to have her quarry snatched by a swift and daring wolf. She is led on a chase through the forest and into the Queen’s Glade, where the beast leads her through a dense thicket of thorny, dusty flowers, laden with pollen and buzzing with insects.
The pair emerges the thicket scratched, stung, and yellowed in pollen. The wolf leads them deeper into the glade, approaching a strange tent lit by campfire. The wolf, without hesitation, slips inside the tent as if he was quite familiar with the act. An occupant stirs inside, lifting the flap to meet the huntress.
She was a beautifully adorned Imperial woman, with long auburn locks and a gown of gem tones. She’s surprised by the intrusion, but still notices the huntress’ reddened cheeks and quickened breath.
“Are you alright love? Have you been through the Glade?”
The huntress nods. “The wolf stole my catch,” she answers.
“Come inside, you should sit. I’m actually here studying the Feverfaux blooms you probably just tore through,” the Imperial says, welcoming the huntress inside.
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