History: Born into the harsh Northern Wilderness, her mother, a Artic wolf named Wisp vanished when Silver was only six months old. Alone and comfortless, Silver searched for the old fae for days before giving her up for dead. The next few months past in a blur, with her wandering aimlessly around the north for days turned weeks turned months. Along the way she fed from carrion and garbage from small settlements. Then she met Willow. Also a lone wolf, Willow was many years older than Silver at the time. At first Willow only treated Silver with hostility, but Silver’s persistence won the old wolf’s heart. Willow took pity on her, and taught her how to hunt and fight. They lived happily for a year, their own small pack.
Until one day...
The two were eating from a deer they had caught themselves, when a young brute the age of Silver stepped out from the trees, pawing at his ears. He had made a beeline for the carcass, but was greeted with raised hackles and snarls. A bloody fight ensured, but the two faes had the advantage and drove him away. Finishing the carcass, Silver noticed a nasty bite wound on Willow`s shoulder. The fae only shook her head when asked about it, so she didn`t worry.
A week later, Willow was acting strangely. She pawed at her ears and whined the whole day. She wouldn’t eat or drink. Silver worried, but the fae wouldn`t answer her questions in her feverish state. That same night, Willow died. When Silver woke next to her cold, stiff body, she howled to the sun for hours. Then, spent, she wandered away and didn't look back.
She eventually found her way to NB, but found she didn't fit in. She wandered farther and farther from the pack, until one day she made her way south, and is currently in the Great Bear Wilderness area.
She joined Redhawk in hopes of a better home.