She was born into the litter of 4 pups, the last and the smallest.. She was no runt but neither was she the biggest, baddest pup around. Her parents were loners, mated together and raising their small family in the wilds away from most other packs. At six months, she and her siblings were approaching the status of being half grown but it was not to be. A vicious attack left her separated from her family, of whom only her next oldest sister had escaped and her parents lay in the cold snow, as the lifeblood that had sustained them stained the pure white of the ground. She ran then, ran like the wind on swift feet and she hasn't stopped running since, even though the only thing she wishes to do is to stop and find someone to love her and tell her it's okay. But she will find her sister, no matter what. She wants to find a mate soon, settle down with a male or even a female who can beat her in a spar and stand up to her.