"On that hilltop, you will find an elderly man with a carved wooden staff. My pack refers to him as the Oracle and he has been able to help in many of our times of need. He may know how to help you too," she said gesturing to the peak of an inclination in the relatively flat land about a mile away. "Good luck on your quest," she added with what appeared to be almost a smile and in a much less solemn tone. "Thank you Alpha..." I began before realising I didn't even know her name.
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