Mala Softpaw

You enter into her yurt. The smell of incense and dried meats fill your nostrils. She turns to greet you, handing you some deer jerky. She gestures to the fur rug on the ground. “Come, sit.” As you sit down, Mala begins the purification process, waving incense around your body to ward off evil spirits. She sits across from you. “This war will sacrifice our tribe. That cannot be. You are to escort me; we are to seek the aide of the Lycans.”