River

River of the rumbling stones

River had the perfect life as a pup. Growing up in a big, stable pack really helped her develop into a strong independent young lady. She had the perfect family and loving members all around her. However, each night, as everyone laid in their caves to sleep, she wondered if there's more to life than staying here and passing on her genes.. She's been assigned a mate pretty much as soon as she was born and she hated him with her entire being. He's been everything she's not.. Arrogant, rude, selfish and boring. Each full moon that passed River planned her grand escape from this fate.

It boiled down to two possible plans. Run away during new moon into the depths of night or stand up to her parents and leaders. The first option would for sure be easier, but she really wanted to be able to say her final goodbye to her parents. It took her a while to finally decided, but in the end she figured they'd never let her leave unharmed. And so the next new moon she began her quest for new life.

Surprisingly sneaking out was the easy part of her journey, but River is an optimist, and she made sure to make the best of it all. Learning how to hunt on her own took a while, however surviving on critters wasn't too bad. She wandered the forests she has always dreamt of roaming one day. Her dreams came true! She couldn't help but miss her pack from time to time, but she knew she escaped a life she'd never want to live.

One day something unusual happened. A scent of young wolf hit River's nostrils as she was scouting her new found territory. The fur on her neck bristled as she heard a low growl from a bush nearby. "Get out here now!" She snarled. To her surprise a caramel female around her age sheepishly made her way out of the bushes. "I-I'm sorry I will leave.." the wolf whined. Something about her felt different to River. She chased stranger wolves before, but this female caught her attention. "Why are you here all alone?" River huffed. "I ran from my pack.. my pups.." she fell silent. "You're expecting?" River gasped. The she-wolf just dunk her claws into the soil beneath her paws. "Please stay.." River said in soft tone and wagged her tail slightly.

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. River swore to protect Ronja and her pups with her life. Soon enough the pups were born, little Gemini and her brother. The male left to seek a place of his own when he just hit adolescence, but Gemini stayed.

River loves her little family more than anything and would die for them. Her pack is built on trust and love. She'll make sure everyone feels welcome and loved until her final breath.