Moss was born in the quiet solitude of an abandoned human town, a place where the remnants of civilization lay still and crumbling. His small pack consisted only of his mother, father, and siblings from his own litter. For a time, their existence felt like an isolated haven amidst the desolation that was slowly being reclaimed by nature. Although he was the smallest of his litter, Moss was strong and healthy, with a thick, lustrous coat of warm grays.

Moss and his siblings had shared dreams of exploration and building families of their own. They yearned to venture beyond the boundaries of their desolate town, seeking new horizons and exciting adventures. As they grew, their excitement for the future grew alongside them, a shared bond that connected them further.

In his first year, Moss's mother gave birth to a second litter of pups, bringing joy to their secluded existence. However, as his siblings grew and his parent's failed to find enough suitable prey to sustain them all, Moss's mother fell gravely ill. She had fought tirelessly to ensure the survival of her pups, but the strain took a heavy toll on her health.

Seeing the pain and helplessness in his father's eyes, Moss made a difficult decision. He had once dreamt of adventures and exploration, but now he realized that his family needed him more than ever. His father, overwhelmed by the responsibility of caring for his ailing mate, was constantly busy, leaving little time for the growing pups.

He begged his siblings to not abandon their own dreams, it was his responsibility alone as the oldest to care for the family. It was with that tearful goodbye that Moss assumed the role of caregiver not only for the pups but also for his father, and mother by extension. He watched over his siblings with unwavering dedication, ensuring their safety and nourishment as they grew. Moss's father, despite his love for them all, had withdrawn into his own panic at the thought of losing his mate, and only left the den to hunt for herbs that might ease her pain; leaving Moss to provide for the family alone.

The responsibilities of a parent weighed on his young shoulders, and he learned the harsh realities of survival in the unforgiving wilderness. He grew increasingly frail and sickly as he cared for his siblings and grappled with the emotional burden of his mother's illness. The dreams of exploration and adventure that he once cherished felt like distant memories.

As Moss's siblings grew older and more self-sufficient, he felt a longing for the dreams he had set aside. With his family on the path to recovery, Moss left his birth pack, eager to fulfill the adventures he had once postponed. He embarked on a journey that would take him far from home, traveling through unfamiliar territories and facing the challenges of the wild.

During his travels, Moss encountered several new packs, forging connections with wolves from different backgrounds and cultures. He became a nomadic traveler, moving between these packs, learning their ways, and sharing his experiences with them. His health remained fragile, but his spirit unbroken. Traveling and seeing the world was everything he wanted it to be, and he had never been happier.

It was during his time with the last pack he visited, while he was on border patrol, that the "incident" occurred. Moss was ambushed by the neighboring pack- caught off guard by their hostility. The confrontation left him half dead, with one less ear, new scars, and a limp that never seemed to heal.

Now, several months later, Moss is mostly healed, and traveling once again. He has arrived in the Teekons looking to share his stories and learn other's.

On one of his first nights in the new land, he nearly tresspassed onto a pack's territory. After sorting out the misunderstanding, he was brought into Kvarsheim and appointed "Læknir," a caregiver.

After four months of living among the pack, he chose to leave following a disagreement over who should take leadership, believing the pups should not be forced into that position.