Mage of Wolves
She was the only person I could think of who might be able to help me, and I figured it was the middle of the day in France so at least I wouldn’t be waking her up.
She answered pretty quickly, probably recognizing that it had to be urgent for me to be calling her at that time. “Hi, Harlow. What’s going on?” she asked, a tinge of nervousness in her voice.
“Hi, so… I have a problem. One of my packmates just disappeared inside of a portal in a pink tree, which was apparently opened and maintained by a wood nymph named Harold, and I don’t know what to do because I didn’t even know that wood nymphs existed.” I blurted all of that out pretty quickly without taking a breath and then found myself p
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