Eudora is the queen of the Pack of Cryptic Mist. When she was exiled from her native pack, she set out to find a place she had only heard of in legends told to her by her grandmother, another adventurous soul her native pack had cast out. Though she had been a bright-eyed juvenile when banished, the years of searching, mistrusting, and betrayal had hardened her outlook on the wilds and those that dwelled within. As her worries of this mysterious place not being real began to consume her, she caught wind of a scent. A scent she had not found for what felt like a lifetime. She ran as fast as she could, her body having grown agile and thin since she had been banished. She chased the fading scent through the grasslands and up into the mountains.
Blinded by her desperate need to see if the scent really did belong to the one she missed so dearly, she hadn't even noticed the mist collecting around her until she had plunged herself deep into the disorienting fog. She locked her front legs up, her worn paws skidding and claws digging deep into the earth. Looking around, she found the only thing she could really see were the nearest trees and what looked like shadows darting around just out of sight.
She bared her teeth, lowering her head just slightly as her ears swiveled at every echoing sound, trying to pinpoint the source and readying herself for an attack. Yet, nothing came. Her bristling fur slowly fell as she watched the fog, startling at the snap of a twig and turning to face the sound quick as a hare. Upon laying eyes on the wolf before her, her nerves calmed, and her body relaxed from its readied state. Her emotions swelled, and she rushed to nuzzle up to the chest of her grandmother, the very wolf she had been chasing. The wolf she was sure she would never see again. For the first time in a long time, she felt like she was finally home.
