"It is said that the 2 legs used to live in this place, long long ago," an elder male wolf, scruffy and muzzling with grey, placed his paw on the ruin stone that laid before him and Acadia.
Acadia, a young slender but toned brown marked she-wolf watched in awe as the stone seemed to come to life. Ancient symbols etched into the stone glowed a strange teal, highlighting the two wolves with its ora. "Woah..." That was the only thing that slipped from her maw as the stone rippled in place.
"Follow me child," Taheal beckoned as he magically walked through the boulder.
Acadia shook her head to clear her amazement. "Oh crazy man," she huffed and leaped into the rippling stone, closing her eyes tight. The stone grew solid and the glow faded in the dark forest of Crimson Timber.
Taheal chuckled as Acadian stumbled over a small rock, entering the new area. Sun beamed through the trees and warmed their pelts.
"W-where are we Taheal?" Acadia questioned as she gazed around to the new forest surroundings. The sun was something rarely seen in her old territory, and the trees were full of life. The underbrush of the forest was soft and welcoming, vastly different from the thorny bristles they once treaded.   Taheal watched Acadia and smiled softly.
"We are in the forest of the wolves. Here we aren't the only ones." Placing  his snout in the Air Taheal took a deep sniff. "Acadia, stay put. I'll be back," he groaned as he walked away. The old wolf wasn't what he used to be and Acadia knew that, but she followed his every order.
"Others?" She asked herself as she glanced about the birch trees