Lepidoptera.

That's one of the words they call themselves; one of many. It's a family name more than anything else, a puphood name given to an Alpha female long before she was anything special. A name she bequeathed to her pups- and because all the wolves who folded themselves into her pack were her pups, but blood or not, a name that resonated with nearly all of them. "I'm a Lepidoptera wolf," They'd say, proudly, during the full-moon gatherings, the only time an outsider could see them properly.

There were other words. The pups who couldn't say Lepdoptera quite yet called themselves Moth Pups. Other nearby packs, ones who had met them, might call them Cecropia's Pack, after the very same Alpha female who dubbed them Lepidoptera in the first place.

There were a lot of rumors about the Lepidoptera wolves. They were warriors like you'd never fought before; daggerlike teeth and unparalleled agility. They moved like they had wings, they were hard to take down on your own. A Lepidoptera wolf could take wounds, would not fall until their hearts stopped. They were beautiful, in a disinctly intimidating and predatory way. Wide grins, eyes like cut gems, lithe, enticing bodies.

The rumors were absolutely true. Lepidoptera wolves are experienced warriors, built for speed and resiliance, cunning and keen. A force to be reckoned with, certainly. Wolves that were not quite wolves? Likely.

Moths are quite like fae, if you think about it.

Lepidoptera are quite like moths.