Neith

Neith's early life was quite an uneventful one. She was born to a small pack in the valley with a handful of siblings, all of whom she remembers quite fondly. There was no chaos that chased her away from her family, no war or strife to mar her youth, it was simply a matter of age and a thirst for adventure that sent her on her way. Her family was loving. It was time for her generation to leave and coin their own fate with only kind words to keep them company.

Much like her siblings, she was in no way prepared for the harsh life that would be her future. What started out as a fun adventure soon turned into suffering when she was forced to realize just how sheltered she had been. Hunting alone was far more difficult than doing the same with a pack, and experience taught her that most packs were not friendly towards roaming rogues. Hunger and cruelty waited on every corner, she learned that lesson well.

It was a particularly cold day when she found a lone male collapsed near a river, barely conscious and shivering in the cold winds. He must have lost a fight against the fast current, but his injuries told that he lost a fight against something else, too. She took a risk and dragged him further from the water, where she could warm him through the night and nurse him back to health with much care and worry. No one came searching for him. Not a soul.

Mekani was the name he gave her when he awoke. He was a rogue much like her, but one who suffered greatly when a search for food led him into unknown territory. The resident pack took it upon themselves to chase him out and he fell into the river during the struggle. The two commiserated for days, and by the time he was feeling better, they'd decided to band together for safety. It was for survival, she'd insist, up until it wasn't and she had puppies on the way. After much deliberation, they decided that the mountains would be their home. Survival would be hard in the harsh environment, but no pack occupied them and few predators dared wander the area. It was their safest bet.

Other wolves joined them along the way, and Neith easily established herself as the pack leader among them. No one protested, and her mate had no obvious desire to vie for the position. He became the lead hunter to lessen some of her responsibilities and gave her time to rest in doing so. It wasn't long before their first pups were born, two dedicated daughters respectively named Laska and Medea.

The pack has grown exponentially since then. While it's very isolated, it's not a place rogues need enter with fear of cruelty or abuse, but one where they can find shelter, family, and warmth aplenty.