Vanora was born in the wilderness of Alaska on May 3, 2012. Her father was a Northern Rocky Mountains grey wolf who had traveled north. Her mother, a beautiful arctic wolf. When Vanora was born, she was not alone. She had a brother and sister as well. Her parent’s named them each for their appearance. Vanora was given a Celtic name, meaning “white wave”, eluding to her mostly white pelt. Her brother was named Digger, for his dirty-looking paws and flecks of dirt brown strewn throughout his pelt. His sister was Angela, for her pure white pelt and small body.

As the pups grew, their personalities became apparent. Vanora was full of energy, but built strong relations. Digger was more of a loner, choosing to play by himself than with the others. Angela was caring and calm, often helping Vanora when her energetic bursts landed her in pain. When they were grown, they were split up by family members. Vanora’s mother took Angela to train her in the ways of healing. Her grandfather took Digger to teach him about scouting missions and being an ambassador of sorts for other packs. Vanora was taken by her aunt to learn the ways of a protector.

She learned to control her energy through training and meditation. She used it to her advantage in training battles, using it to outpace the challenger. Overtime, she became a hardened warrior, trained not to show her thoughts or emotions unless necessary. Of course, her personality was still there, and this never was perfected. Soon after Vanora’s aunt declared training complete, she left her family, traveling alone through the wilderness. Eventually, she came upon a Canadian pack of wolves. They took her in, and all was well. During her time with this pack, she became close to another wolf by the name of Banyuk. He was a young wolf, barely more than a year old. Yet he was so innocent, she couldn’t help but like him. He reminded her of herself from before her training.

Vanora stayed with the young wolf as he learned the ways of the wolf. She taught him some hunting strategies, battle moves, whatever she felt he would need if she was not around. But it wasn’t enough. She had been out hunting one day. It was just her and the alphas of the pack. They hadn’t had any trouble for seasons, so they felt no worry about leaving the pack without their leaders and best defender. When they returned from their hunt, they were lost for words. Bodies were bleeding and still. Only one was still alive, and just barely. It was Banyuk. Vanora ran to him, asking what had happened. The emotions she kept suppressed were rising to the surface. Two legged creatures with thunder sticks had come. They killed everyone in sight. Banyuk’s breathing sped up and stopped, and Vanora lost it. She blacked out.When she came to, the alphas were sitting, slouched, their heads down. They looked at each other and nodded. They then turned to Vanora and told her she could no longer stay with them. It was too hard for them to see her and know that at least some of the pack might have survived had she not been hunting with them that day. So she left.

Not long after, she crossed the Canadian border. She wandered aimlessly for months. Her aimless wandering ended when she came to a land and smelled wolves. But not just a few. There were multiple packs. She stood straighter. She could make up for everything that had just happened. She could live for Banyuk. She could protect another, and this time, she would succeed.