Moira had grown to be a loving nurturing woman, who earned the looks of few. As she continued to grow up slowly she was seen as a wise woman who had knowledge in both herbs and illnesses, and offering kind sagely advice. Many heeded her words of wisdom, as well as those assisted by her medicinal knowledge. Some even tried to become suitors to her, attracted to this...but only one drew her attention. One who she found to be handsome, and trustworthy to hold her secrets, as well as share her knowledge.

A year later, her daughter was born. A shining star in her life. She was young, and at the six month mark, another came. One she took under her shadow, so to say. A young boy, a yearling who had been left for dead in the winter. Despite her mate's odd looks at the yearling, Moira treated him like a son. Despite the hungry looks the yearling gave her, she trusted him. Despite how two months later...her mate and daughter were lost. It broke her. But her trust remained intact. No matter how many paws were pointed at the yearling, she chose to trust him...

That changed when he revealed his intentions. Attempting to take advantage of her one night, she learned it all. He said nothing, yet she knew. And cried as he was brought down by her, as he had misjudged the strength a mother scorned. She became bitter, and left the pack after. Seeking new paths to travel.