HEDVIG-OF-THE-MIST
On
a cool, misty morning, when the light was filtering blue and the air
was cool and damp, a fog bank thought to itself, what would it be like
to possess a heart? Or lungs, or a liver, or a good, strong stomach?
What would it be like to breathe and to live?
And
thusly, Hedvig was born. A creature of morning mists and incorporeal
intentions, she still exudes the secretive nature of deep fog and the
mysteries that are hidden within. Intensely curious and confident to the
point of foolhardiness, she spends her days following whichever breeze
catches her fancy most; those little white paws can never hold still,
always drifting about on a quest to discover the New and the Intriguing.
How
she ended up at the head of a pack is anyone's guess. Perhaps it was
her charisma - her can-do attitude complemented by a staunch, dogmatic
belief that she will never fail if she gives her whole heart to a task -
that attracted her newfound family to gather about her as their leader.
She's a capable commander, anyways, and has an eye for good management;
at least their little pack will remain safe and comfortable, if not
necessarily wildly successful.
