A wolf named Belladonna

After being accepted into the Silvertip Mountain pack and being given the rank Mu (she had no idea what that meant, besides the fact it was a lower rank on the pack totem poll), the mutilated wolf decided to explore the pack's territory. She had no intention on meeting any pack members yet, unless she ran into them during her little reconnaissance mission.

This endeavor of hers led her to a forested mountainside where conifers and deciduous trees alike dotted the rocky soil. There was something about mountains that thrilled her. The way the massive hills towered over to land and could be seen for possibly miles around was a beautiful testament to the power of nature. There were not many of these wonders where she was born, so her first experience with the behemoths was a breath of fresh air.

She had began walking through the forest when a voice drifted to her. It was spewing some facts about a plant, one by the name of Belladonna. She recognized the name, Nightshade, a plant her father always kept on hand for the pack, just in case the other packs became to power hungry. After a while, she slowly recognized the voice as well, Mademoiselle Tyrande, the peculiar healer of Silvertip Mountain. The sable-furred wolf recalled the shadow proposing to give a tour to her once she joined the pack. Well she did, and Erika was not one to forget promises.

"Bonjour, Mademoiselle." she approached the raven-hued wolf as she stared at a belladona vine. "I trust you are fairing well?"