+You approach an old, rotting willow decorated with colorful string lights and small, delicate tulips. As you walk closer you see the outline of a wolf, busily sifting through the shop. She glances up, her yellow eyes illuminated like the light above. She smiles gently inviting you into the humble little shop. She introduces herself as Wisp, and explains how she had come to help the pride that she had met long ago. She dipped her head going back to what she was doing, allowing you to look at her wares+ +Wolvden: Wisssp #4944287+