Darsal Corvega's story? You're probably going to be disappointed.

She came from a small, secluded pack in an area called Boli Tundra, which is located somewhere far north of Snowforest Taiga. Her family was safe, serious, and self-sufficient (for the most part). They consisted of Darsal's parents and around ten of their pups.

At the time when Darsal was born, her parents were on their fourth litter. By this time, their first litter had already matured into adulthood and left on their own. Darsal was neither the firstborn nor the runt of their litter; she was just... there.

She usually kept quiet, even in early youth, and because of this, her speech development was quite delayed. Yet, in a frantic attempt to keep up with her siblings, she made an effort to talk often; not to others, but to herself. Often, that dark pup would be found mumbling to herself for no particular reason about no particular thing. However, this evolved into a need to create a sentence for everything she saw, and this later became her love for language and thus a poetic quality was embedded. Just as well, at this point is when her lifelong principle of "don't-bother-others-with-your-sappy-thoughts" became permanent.

Although the tall, lumbering Darsal would go on to be something uncommon for her breed in the Teekon Wilds, she was well-fit for the stocky variant of Mackenzie Valley wolves in Boli Tundra. Her upbringing was quite normal, and no massive amount of damage was done by some huge bear massacre, tornado, potato famine, et cetera.

She lived a normal life up until her third year, when she met Mako. Yes, he was a love interest, but no, he wasn't your classic troublemaking, rule-breaking outsider who romances the lady into a tale of mischief and regret. He was perfect for Darsal: handsome, charismatic, and armed with plenty of solace... only, he was a loner. When Darsal's mother found out about this, she forbade Darsal from meeting with Mako. She made it clear that she was strictly opposed against her daughter socializing with outsiders until Darsal was ready to leave the pack.

Enraged and defiant, Darsal left with Mako to travel alone with him, perhaps even explore the southern area of the Teekon Wilds that Mako was always speaking of (but never explaining how he knew of them). So, they departed southward, keeping out of danger but not fending off curiosity. Meanwhile, Darsal's feelings for Mako grew unbreakably strong, considering her prominent fascination with his wits and unrestricted openness.

Yet, all things must come to an end, and sometimes endings are abrupt. Now, after a couple of months once they'd reached the Teekon Wilds, they'd developed a routine of going about their daily business, returning to a certain thicket of brambles, and waking together as the sun rose. Only, around her fourth birthday, that last thing didn't happen; at least not completely.

Mako simply wasn't there. He just... wasn't. Every trace of him was gone, and there was no sense for Darsal to make of it. For a couple of days or so, she was in a mental breakdown, scouring a ten-mile radius for a pawprint, a tuft of fur, something that could prove that Mako had actually even existed. Maybe she'd gone mad; she didn't care. She just had to keep looking.

Nothing turned up, and she gave in to some sort of blank state of mind for a few weeks.

For several months, she roamed the Teekon Wilds as a lone wolf, mostly recovered from the inexplicable incident with Mako. During that time, she was somewhat melancholy and standoffish.

She has now joined the ranks of the Royal Fire Court, a pack whom she approached to join one night. Although the unlikely clan is few and forming, she has pledged herself to them, and hopes to find fulfillment within their ranks.