Biography
When Mirari was born, she got many strange looks. All the wolves before her had an uncanny resemblance to Bastet, so Mirari having a dark pelt with shimmering crystal-like blues running along her back caused the pack to question themselves.
Was she cursed?
Was her mother cursed?
Surely it couldn't mean anything, but there was always a possibility..
Dismayed by the pack, Heka named her little one Mirari - meaning miracle. She would not see her beautiful difference as a curse, but as a blessing. Besides, she was still related to Bastet by blood. Mirari still held importance and significance in her future.
Despite the skepticism Mirari received from the pack, she was never outcast or shunned by anyone. They didn't see a pup as a threat. Ibukun, however, was still unsure.
Ever since Mirari was young, she felt a great connection to the moon. She would sit on the tallest hill at night, basking in the cold light of the moon.
Ibukun would sometimes join her and ask countless questions, like "Why do you stay inside most of the day and only come out at night?" and "What makes you so interested in the moon?"
Mirari shrugged in response. She didn't know why, but she knew it was important to her. More to her than to any other wolf.
Breeding Info
N/A
| Personality
* Elegant, calm and quite wise.
* A few wolves find her mysterious, but she doesn't keep many secrets from others.
*Makes decisions with her head rather than her heart.
Preferences
Romance
*N/A
Friends
*Ibukun - She looks up to him because of his wisdom and knowledge as a Medic. Mirari also sees him as a mentor.
*Scheherazade - they aren't that close, but Scheherazade is a good talker and Mirari is a good listener, so they gravitated towards each other.
Special Skills
"Mirari, have you ever heard of wolves that live on the moon?"
"No. Are you trying to imply something?"
A soft sigh was heard. "Of course not, it's just a silly myth anyway."
Moments pass in silence.
"The Lupus Luna they call them," the wolf continues. "Legends say they have inky fur with brilliant azure specks."
Mirari furrows her brows, frustrated. "Why are you telling me this?"
The wolf sighs again and sits up. "No reason in particular. Just some food for thought."
Mirari turns her head, yearning to ask more questions. But, before she can say anything, the wolf is already long gone.
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Spring 
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