In comparison to some wolves, Azreal lived a pretty easy puphood. She was born into a pack, tightly knit and prosperous, who reigned over a rich plateau a few miles east of the wilds. The alpha pair were a magnificent couple who birthed many offspring, including Azreal, along with a her siblings Bennet and Codaline in late February when the thick winter frosts were beginning to thaw and let the land replenish itself. Each and every member of the pack were thrilled with the new arrivals and vowed not only to provide them with everything they needed, but also to protect them even at the cost of their lives. This, along with their parents good work and the abundance of prey, meant that Azreal and her sibling thrived in their first spring with little to no mishaps.

Pranks were pulled and adventures were carried out by the little trio as they continued to grow rapidly, much to the annoyance of the adults, as Azreal and her litter mates explored the heights and learned the basic necessities needed to ensure their own survival. One summer evening, when things were a little too quiet, Azreal convinced her siblings to venture into the den of a sleeping badger, almost getting trampled to death, and had to be rescued by a rather disgruntled mama wolf. As you may have guessed, she got into trouble quite regularly and often her dad, the alpha male, had the repetitive job of scolding her.

It seemed as if nothing could discouraged the little punk as summer drew to a close and winter set in, but she soon realised that her pack needed every member to cooperate if they were to survive. Prey numbers on the plateau fell dramatically as small mammals and rodents began to hibernate, forcing the group to migrate down into Emerald Valley, to hunt larger game such as elk and deer. Luckily for Azreal and her litter mates, the rich snacks of critters throughout the previous seasons had meant they had become fit and healthy enough to complete the journey easily. The alphas lead many hunts that winter, encouraging the trio to tag along behind and observe as they took down elk after elk.

All was going well for the Whitewind pack, until the alpha female discovered she was pregnant once again. The pack obligingly departed their winter hunting grounds and returned to the plateau whelping den but it was blatantly obvious that the band was reaching a critical capacity. With over 16 mouths to feed, and more on the way, it was clear that some of the youngsters would have to venture out without the safety and security of a pack. Azreals siblings from previous seasons, were experienced young adults with vital knowledge of their domain. They were likely to stay which meant the trio of yearlings were the prime sacrifices.

As Winter once again transitioned into spring and the new litter was born, the pack turned on Azreal and her siblings, driving them West out of the valley for them to strike out alone. The punk was utterly distraught when this time came, deeming it unclear why her parents and pack mates had all of a sudden turned on her but fled reluctantly to the borders of her former kingdom. Her siblings had already dispersed and it seemed like Azreal had no choice but to follow in their pawsteps.

Weeks passed since her departure and she hadn't been faring well. Due to having a pampered puphood, Azreal lacked the skills to be able to hunt small game and it was impossible for a lone wolf like her to even attempt an elk. She resolved herself to scavenging caches and consuming berries, growing thinner and scrawnier each day and missing her family dearly, until she wound up in the barren wastelands of Teekon Wilds.