Flurry

Name

Refers to her pelt, which resembles falling snow, and her energetic nature. 

Personality

Cheerful; enthusiastic; empathetic; intelligent

Lore

0 months old: Born to a nomadic pair of female wolves. 

3 months old: One of Flurry's mothers collects herbs and stores them in a pouch (stolen from unsuspecting humans) that she is never seen without. She knows some of their medicinal properties, but lacks the patience and dexterity to craft medicines, and thus sells them. Flurry is fascinated by the fact that herbs can be mixed together to cure ailments, and pesters every adult she meets for their medicinal knowledge. 

10 months old: Flurry meets Herb the bear and declares herself his new apprentice. Thankfully he doesn't mind. Flurry's mothers part ways with her and continue their wandering. 

2 years, 2 months old: One summer day, Ashen comes barrelling into the Herbalist den, yowling about his mate developing a cough. Herb calms him down while Flurry mixes a cough remedy, and once the medicine is completed, she accompanies the leader back to his territory to show him how to administer it.

Along the way, the still-slightly-panicked Ashen explains how his father had died after developing a cough, leaving him terrified at the prospect of his loved ones falling ill. Flurry cheerfully assures him that all illnesses can be cured if they're caught early enough; she is only ninety percent sure that this is true, but Ashen seems reassured, so she's pleased with herself. 

Once Brontide is given the remedy, he immediately starts feeling better. Ashen is delighted, and tells Flurry that she will always be welcome in his pack - especially since they don't have a Herbalist, he jokes. Flurry had been curious for a while about pack life, and jumps at the opportunity to experience it. 

She takes to pack life like a duck to water, and although she had intended to only stay for a month or so, she becomes so attached to her new packmates that she can't bring herself to leave. Of course, she often makes time to visit her old friend Herb, swapping stories and remedies with the bear. 

6 years old: For most of her life, Flurry had taken little interest in romance; this changes when she finds herself spending more time with Cloud, the pack's first Pupsitter, with whom she had been good friends for several years. An odd feeling of longing rises in Flurry's chest whenever she hears Cloud lament that she'd like to have another litter, but she wants a mate to help raise the pups this time; and whenever a packmate talks about their own mate, Flurry's mind drifts to Cloud, much to her confusion. 

One night, Flurry sits up in her nest, realising very abruptly that she's almost definitely in love with Cloud. Despite the late hour, she races to the Nursery to confess to the sleepy and bewildered Pupsitter, who thankfully reciprocates.

Although past her prime, Flurry as enthusiastic as any young wolf about her first - and hopefully only - mate, chattering on to anyone within earshot about her "GF who's so, so cool - she's like an expert pupsitter, she looks after pretty much every pup in our pack even though there's like a dozen of them always zipping all over the place, I dunno how she does it - oh, and she tells the best stories, she's got this one about a wasp and a beaver - or, wait, it might've been a wolverine - hang on, I'll go get her--" (None of the other wolves - or Herbert, who is often on the receiving end of Flurry's chatter - know what a 'GF' is, and they're too lost in the sea of words to ask).