Biography
a wolf wanders her fur grey and wet eyes look around looking for something as she wanders the land her paws leave no trace in the mud, for she fell to the storm when it took her away the river was to fast the rain made the rocks wet.
she lost her grip and fell into the churning waters below as she called out for help a lonesome sorrowful cry of a young pup trying to get out alive.
but altas no help was to come the thunder roared above her fearfully cries, alone she was no one to help her, the pack sent her out alone she watched the rain come as the storm grew.
now she awakes to a world colder than the winters Ice so eerily quite not even the thunders herd
Breeding Info
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Special Skills
dark and storms
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Spring 
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