What a Wild Land

Introduction
Yay, I spit out a story after what seems like forever!

But that isn't the point.

What is the current point of the day is moving on to the actual story, featuring characters such as:

Large Berrypride (nicknamed 'Berry') - A pastel otter whose occupation is an adventurer, yet is growing tired of her profession

Real Giddynose (goes by 'Giddy') - A hyena who was the subject of genetic experimentation, who (ironically) escaped thanks to his newfound wings (which are ridiculously small)

Mister Wonkybuddy (prefers being called 'Buddy') - An artic fox working as a gold prospector / gold digger and goes missing in the caverns of Mt. Shiveer due to the lure of precious gold

Medieval Cottonhorse (likes the nickname 'Cotton' best) - The (literally) foxy wife of Wonkybuddy who decided to search for him

And finally, Crouching Articjunior (called 'Junior' by many) - An owl who is able to shapeshift, yet can't turn into anything other than another form of owl

Now, ladies and gentlemen, with all the due respect of Mira and Zios, I present to you; 'What a Wild Land'!

Chapter 1 - A Mission
Berrypride arose from bed, yawning with the might of a thousand suns. Wearily rolling out of bed, she glanced at the bedside table located to the left of her bed, which beared her phone on the wooden tabletop. The otter expected another message from the Alphas about some sort of mystical quest they needed her to do - there was nothing wrong with that, really, but she was tired of dragging her butt outside and throwing boomseeds at phantoms all the time. These days, Berry never seemed to have a moment's rest. All she wanted now was a day where she could casually go out of her small house den and, I don't know, enjoy a cup of coffee at a cafe or enjoy a game.

Alone.

Because she didn't really have any friends.

The pastel otter didn't care that she didn't have any buddies to hang out with. It wasn't really important. She checked her phone for any text notifications she might've slept through. Much to her own expectation, Greely had sent her a text starting with a typical 'We really need your help'. Berry sighed and logged onto her phone, thinking he accidentally set loose some phantoms. Again. If he was pleading her to retrieve or destroy some tentacle-bearing one-eyed test subject, she'd just ask him to get off his lazy, cyan wolf butt and do it himself, for Mira's sake. After all, she never saw the Alphas helping her with anything; all they did was hang around and enjoy a nice cup of joe or something else that was normal and casual to a normal Jammer.

When she read the text, she was surprised to see it wasn't the normal phantom crap the Alphas usually asked her to do.

The wolf Alpha, had - in fact - asked her to do something completely atypical.

'We really need your help. Recently, an artic fox by the name of Mister Wonkybuddy - who, as a profession, is a gold prospector and digger - went missing in the caverns of Mt. Shiveer. He might've died in a cave-in or simply lost track of where the exit was. You might've heard about the disappearance in the Jamaa Journal or some other form of news. The point is, we need you to look for him, wherever he could be. Are you able to do this, Berrypride?'

After reading the whole thing through, she blinked just to make sure this message wasn't fake.

It was real, alright, sitting there on a digital screen comprising of small pixels.

She must've blinked at least a thousand times to verify the existence of that text before nervously replying with a 'Sure.'