Welcome to the Mystic Realm, land of Santino. The gentle breeze ruffles your fur, the light puprle sky appearing to be littered with little diamonds. Blue water sparkles in a nearby stream and grass of emerald gives beneath your paws. The land is soft, welcoming. Is it's owner the same? You see a white wolf striding towards you, golden eyes friendly, almost laughing with pleasure. His nose trails the ground till he reaches you, at which point he presses that nose against your shoulder, whuffing against your fur. He pulls back, sitting 'pon haunches as he awaits a response.