ѡɦo Aɾɘ ѡɘ?

You run silently along the ground, your paws churning up grass as you move effortlessly across the land. You feel free and at peace, but deep down you long for a home, a pack, a family, but you obscure the reality of it. You live an obscured reality.
You run through the tropical forests and begin to crest a large hill. You, by now, are panting heavily, your tongue lolling out. You stop to rest at the top of the hill, surprised at what you see.
"Where am I?" you ask yourself as you see a lush and beautiful land sprawling ahead of you for miles around. You look north and see a dreary place, you can't smell it from here, but it reeks of death and decay. To ease your mind you look west, seeing a beautiful rocky coast. You feel at home instantly, never thinking of leaving.
You raise your head to scent the crisp air, when your nares fill with the scent of wolf. Your ears go erect and you bound down the slope, ready to find a place like home. You skillfully jump the rocks and plants littering the land, the scent growing ever stronger. You stop on instinct, seeing something move up ahead. Your tail goes up and your muscles tense. You warily step forward, ready to fight it needed.
"Who are you?" an edgy voice comes from the bushes as a large brute steps out. His fur is pallid white, and his body covered with bright red markings. Smelling the dominant scent on him you relax slightly, lowering your head and tail in submission ever so lightly. He steps forward eyeing your posture, pondering what to do if you attack. You glance upward at him, about to answer when a fae walks up, also a pallid white.
"Well, what's your name?" She asks in a kind, musical voice. You catch dominant scent on her as well and lower yourself to the ground slightly more. You mumbled your name and raise yourself a bit, seeing the two are no threat.
"State your reason for being here" the male asks, his tone softer. You state simply to join a pack.
"Welcome" The fae pipes in, a kind smile on her face. "Welcome" The brute greets, also a smile on his face. You warily step forward, feeling slightly at ease around the two.
"Welcome to our obscured reality."