Northstar Vale Wandering Child

It was of much astonishment to Prophecy when her call so soon brought forth a pelt of snow and moonshine from the depths of the vale. Her breath was enraptured for but a moment; that beautiful fur, whiter than the whitest snow that cascaded in sleek strands, and those eyes... Silver that outshone the moon itself.

Just how mother had described her sire...

For a moment, the soft-coated female inhaled a breath of hope that perhaps this could be why she was lead here, but it was not to be - this was a she-wolf, like herself.

The light wolf's question came on a hushed breath, calm as her own.
"Wind guide you, wanderer, what has brought you to ze realm of this Court?"

"I do not understand that which has brought me here," Prophecy answered truthfully, her voice in the quaint monotone she's so known for; "Reasoning unknown, I am meant to be. Weary paws and a wayward soul sought you out, and here I am."