Saraneth was born into a pack far up north, deep in a land where snow touches the ground for most of the year. The area was ruled primarily by one over reaching pack called the Empire. This empire was a pack that gained its power through conquest and enslavement. Yest despite this over reaching, smaller packs could live in relative harmony if far enough outside of the Empire's grasp.

The North Fallow Pack was one of these far distant packs, and it was here that Saraneth was brought into a life of luxury. The young pup needed nothing, being the first-born daughter of the alphas of their small familiar pack. She was provided well for; often too well as Saraneth grew up spoiled and entitled. As the dark pelted female matured it was obvious that she was going to be tall, taller than even her brothers. From a young age, she was strong, fierce, and bright-minded surpassing her siblings in the stereotypical ways needed by an heir of the family line. In the eyes of the family, she was the perfect child. This was also a factor the young child could pick up on. Saraneth knew she was different, she understood that the family saw her as superior and did all she could to prove it at any chance. She bullied her cousins and younger siblings, particularly the younger females; often claiming dominance over them in game. She reacted with hostility and threw fits in order to have her way. She pushed the children her age away from her, not needing their company because she did not need them weighing her perfect image down. The adult wolves of the pack thought little of this and did not bother to correct this behavior, to them it was childish fun and nothing more. For the most part, the adults had been correct, but her reckless and selfish behavior had gone unchecked as she grew as too did her hunger for reputation. As a yearling, being merely the daughter of the alpha wasn't enough. Seeking to rid herself of her parent's shadow, Saraneth rebelled against her parents and quickly drove the older wolves out of the territory and took over.

Saraneth was a wolf who ruled with wit and brawn. Inheriting her father's size and her mother's brain, She conquered all who had opposed her. She played the game well and for a while, the pack seemed to thrive on the change of leadership, the hunting was bountiful and their size and strength was only continuing to grow. Saraneth never knew of the plots that were set under her nose. She paid no mind to the gossip of those she deemed lower than herself. She did not see the betrayal of her blood-kin as the noose slowly slipped around her neck. Within a year of her reign, the pack vanished. Saraneth had led a hunting patrol as she had many nights before, as was pack tradition. While tracking the scent of their mark, Saraneth found herself separated from her unit. Disgruntled, she pressed on, seeking to regroup with them closer to their prey. As time passed the dark queen realized that her pack mates were not following her she quickly returned to the den site. She was met with silence--

For months the pack had secretly assumed new leadership in the twin pair of Saraneth's youngest siblings. The had bought time serving under their self entitled queen, learning her faults and took advantage of her weaknesses. They realized the cunning vile thing that ruled their pack was merely a spoiled daughter and lost all fear. Without that binding them they left and moved far away leaving no trace of paw prints in the snow.

Reeling from this betrayal Saraneth fled her childhood home. Moving fast and covering ground as days turned to weeks, weeks to months and by the end of her third year the homelands of her youth were only a memory. Traveling alone had proven good for the wolf, she was strong, and traveling as far as she had only served to prove that, and allowed her to grow beyond even her own expectations. Evidently, the processes of losing his pack settled the female. She took to religion and regain a calmer sense, something she would never have done within her homeland. The act alone molding the fallen queen into a female who observed more, planned more, and acted with planned patience and reservation.

As a rouge, she moved between the lands, never lingered long enough to be a threat, only ever long enough to learn the ways of other bands, their politics and inhabitants before moving on. As the wolf drew into her adult years she began to feel a need to settle down. By the age of two, she found herself in love with a male from a smaller pack just outside the Empire's borders. From her travels, Saraneth knew the dangers yet she did not care. For once she found something more than just herself and she basked in it.

When the two found out they were expecting it was as if the world finally made sense.

As if fate forced Saraneth to atone for her folly, the empire struck the band before the date of Saraneth's whelping. Within the madness, Saraneth, heavily pregnant, fled her only goal to protect her unborn children even as her mate was ripped from her side. She told herself needed to preserve her freedom for her children. She had grown accustomed to a world without a pack and vowed to keep it such. She ran on and on, leaving the borders of the empire behind her until fatigue forced her to stop. She continued her pace for days forcing her body to do what it simply could not.

Her struggle expedited her pregnancy and she gave birth prematurely to three children; two stillborn and one boy barely clinging to the life he just entered. Saraneth knew he too would not survive, she did what she could to give this small wretched thing a chance. On the child's third day she ended his suffering. Alone in the world once more, she could not bring herself to blame anyone but herself. Vowing to never see the Empire again, she buried her child and set forth to wandering, unsure of where her path may go again.