Ronja

Ronja of the crooked trees

Ronja's life started off a little rough as she lost her father within a month of her existence. While not being her fault, her mother didn't take the loss of her mate well. Ronja spent most of her time trying to prove she's good enough to her mother, so did her siblings. She came from a litter of 3 sisters.Ronja was the only one who reminded everyone of her father. That made her mother even more bitter. 

Ronja grew up always trying to prove she's good enough. This constant pressure from her mother led her into making decissions she wasn't happy with. Such as choosing a male mate. She always knew she  had absolutely no attraction to any of the males in the pack. At first she just thought it's the fact no male in the pack fit her expectations, but that was simply a lie. Ronja ended up with a kind male who knew she didn't love him, but still cared for her as if they were in love.

Ronja struggled for a long time like this. She even ended up getting pregnant. Getting pregnant however woke her up from this nightmare. She finally decided it's time to end this. And so the day has come, her "mate" helped her escape by telling the guards they just want to go for a stroll. Few km ahead they separated, one last nuzzle as thank you and they were both off. Neither of them planned to return, but they also knew they shouldn't travel together. So from now on she was on her own.

After several rough days of traveling she's found a calm place in a forest she's never seen before. Tall trees and many scents of prey. Perhaps it would've been the perfect place to stay if she hadn't caught a stranger wolf scent. Quickly she hid in nearby bushes. Her anxiety rose as she heard the wolf approach. She growled softly hoping they might leave. "Get out here now!" Ronja jerked at the harsh command.  "I-I'm sorry I will leave.." she whined as she sheepishly came out of the bushes. Infront of her was standing a gray she-wolf. "Why are you here all alone?" The she-wolf huffed. "I ran from my pack.. my pups.." Ronja fell silent. "You're expecting?" The she-wolf gasped. Ronja just dunk her claws into the soil beneath her paws. "Please stay.." said the gray female in soft tone and wagged her tail slightly. Ronja couldn't help but smile, of course she'd stay, she's been starving and was so tired.

From then on the two females spent every waking hour together. Each telling stories and legends of their ancestors, packs and friends. Over a course of short time they grew very close, so close they fell in love. That was the start of the pack, the Woodward pack as they called it.