Swiftcurrent Creek you left the light on

Fox’s story was uninspiring to say the least, and yet was that not how many wolves began their search for life? Lethe had remained with her birth pack for some time until her mother had pushed her out – fearful the males of the pack would take advantage, and while perhaps sweet in notion, the honeyed female had yet to understand how her mother had believed pushing her away from familiarity would keep the attentions of male’s away from her.

Yet that was in the past – her own life had barely started until the fateful day she had stumbled upon Shearwater Bay and her prized guardian; Koios had taken her under his dark wing and unfolded the possibilities within. Her spiraling lust for Lecter had taught her humility after he rejected her time and again – perhaps to the point that even now, she found her pride would despise him.

One daughter later, and here she was, upon the snowy banks of the creek with the legacy of a pack building beneath her. Her eyes roved over the creature that was her companion, the question drawing a smirk of amusement before it vanished, as if never once occurring. “You will find a few interesting individuals in our ranks,” she began carefully, her tail giving an idle flick as she continued the pace of their walk. “Some of us hold beliefs that are very dear to us.. but no one should press them upon you. If they do, tell me.” If the shaman of the Bay tried to curse or threaten her new members.. there would be hell to pay.