Malignant Felicity is a paradisaical abode to the faithful remains of a mighty pack. Once ruled by the magnificent wolf Genocide, now the wolves of this pack follow the laws of the Alpha Lance, son of Sorna, Beta and Genocide's best friend...

The sounds of crashing water fill your auds as you enter this tropical paradise. The tall trunks tower above you. The treetop canopy's seem to shade the beautiful land from the sun's rays. What a paradise this place seems. This place dubbed Malignant Felicity. As you draw closer to the boarders a stench slowly devours the air around you. The stench of death.

"Beware..." scream the birds from above you. "She kills for games. She kills for fun." Something deep inside tells you to listen. Your body tells you not to go no further. Do you listen or do you dare move into the pack borders. This could be a life or death decision...

Follow the Queen, or become a corpse that lines her border. The choice lies with you.

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Her words are almost warm as she catches me in her piercing gaze. I've always respected her work as a bounty hunter. Just that look would pin most wolves in place, making them easy prey. If you want a wolf killed or found, she's the one to get on their trail. "Hopefully soon enough to satisfy your lingering hunger for my presence." I say with a sly wink. Even as a hardcore hunter, Samus has always been good about her sense of humor. She's right in her opinions. No one is ever really alone in Malignant Felicity , not anymore. Maybe Queens and even Carnival left it to its own designs but I will never truly leave the pack lands. I'm sure she would have known I was there watching her had she chanced to look. That just shows how comfortable Samus feels here. This is where she belongs and I hope she always feels that way.

She seems to like what I say, her tail flicking against her hindquarters. I watch with amusement as her nostrils wrinkle and her eyes close at my joke before she gives away her interest in the work I have planned for her. I chuckle and shake my head. "Come now, why would I give you all the fun stuff and leave myself out of the artwork? No death sentences for now, I'm afraid, but I DO need your handy tracking skills. Malignant is in serious need of pack wolves, as you know, but I only want the elite from blossom, the ones who will fit in here and pull their weight. I have two names, Nimhe and Flare. Nimhe is a wolf Carnival was tracking down to recruit before and Flare is a wolf I got a glimpse of in the free lands that seems the right type of wolf to come here. Of course, as your bonus, I'll let you be the judge of that. Test them out however you place, but find them and bring them back here if they fit the bill. Otherwise, just give me a report of their flaws and we'll keep looking. Deal?"

I wait for her answer eagerly. I know if anyone can find a ghost, it's Samus Aran.



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