Nobody's hero

She had once helped a friendly wolf find a trinket for their lady love in the North. The memory brought a fond smile to her face, a bittersweet sort of thing as the past often did for her. So much of her life had changed, that sometimes she wondered if anything about it was recognizable to the future she now lived. She was nothing like that young, sweet girl who had been innocent well past the point of nieve. She had believed the best in every single wolf she had seen, and been quick to befriend them all. Now, very few of those wolves remained in her life and their absence left little holes dotted across her heart.

Her family, and Arcus where the wounds that she felt the most keenly, through she had told very few about the wolf who had almost captured her heart. The stormy, wild, young thing that he had been… she almost barked a laugh, he had been older than her, about two or so to her one, if she remembered rightly. It was only now, with retrospect, looking back into her past that he looked as young and naive as she had.

She was scouting territories far from her home, leaving her capable cousin in her place to keep an eye over the pack. Little Feather flew before her, the tiny tree swallow a brilliant flash of blue against the cold climate of the North.

She was following the little creature, letting the bird guide her across the more easily-traverse parts of this harsher northern territories. Eventually, she wound up at a beach, and considered digging out a den to work as her base of operations for her scouting of the North. Instead, she would see a stranger, standing tall and proud in his steel grey coat. There was something solemn and sad about his stance, though she could place a paw on exactly what it was. Still, it made her hesitant to break his silence, and intrude upon whatever tranquility he seemed wistfully trying to catch.

"Burn Baby Burn"