Born in Europe, Midstorm has always been the black sheep of her family (quite literally, she was the only one in her family that had black markings). She was always teased by her siblings and made fun of. A little story from her past - she was minding her own business when her older brother came up to her. “Blacky, Blacky!” He jeered (this was always her nickname in her family). He came up to her and jeered louder, “Blacky, Blacky!”. Out of no where, he pounced, standing on Midstorm. Her siblings howled with laughter as her brother started shouting the name. “Aww,” He exclaimed, “I think Stormy’s gonna cry,”. The others giggled as he continued, “I think she needs her mommy and daddy,”. Suddenly, a burst of strength grew in Midstorm. “Enough!” She growled, jumping on top of her brother. Sadly, her brother was bigger. He deflected the blow and scratched her snout, leaving a trail of blood on the floor. “Yelp!” Midstorm whined. Blood was now trickling down her face. She pounced again, this time, aiming for his throat. She missed, but still caught his ear. There was a ripping sound, then the whine of her brother. Anger formed in his eyes, “How dare you!” He snarled. He reached for her, claws outstretched. He hit her flank and Midstorm rolled to the ground, a pool of blood surrounding her. Her siblings cheered and howled as her brother kicked her aside. “Next time, don’t try and fight your big bro,” he growled. As her siblings left, tears streaked Midstorm’s face. She slowly tried to get up, but failed. Her leg ached and her snout hurt. She lay there, crying, until she went to sleep.

At the age of 1year, Midstorm had grown to a mature adolescent. She had learnt her lesson and was now quite protective. She had learnt how to fight better to save herself. During this age, she had always had the aptitude for running. Her lean shape had streamlined in those days and now, she ran like a cheetah. During this age, the bullying stopped, though that didn’t make her less timid.

As an adult, Midstorm loved to travel the world (but not meet new people). She had trekked to Teekon Wilds and decided to stay there; the wilderness was beautiful. She adored the pretty deer and fluttering butterflies. The only creatures she didn’t want to see were the other wolves, she was still traumatized by her brother, her brother who had left her scarred. Midstorm now lives in Teekon, in a forest of unknowns.