Brigid

When the first light of dawn broke round the edge of the mountainside, it is said that Brigid was born. She learned to run when the wind first whispered across the grass, and she howled to herald the stars into the night sky. Grass grew thick where she slept, and rivers she drank from glowed with the golden light of daybreak. Once she had lived a thorough life, Brigid and her mate departed into the morning mists, to a realm that mortals have yet to see.

This is the tale that wolves tell their pups of the exalted leader of the Forget-Me-Not Pack. They speak of her majesty and grace, her kindness to friends and mercy to enemies, and the strength of those who follow her. Though the legend is not perpetuated by Brigid herself, she did not speak of whence she came, only that she heralded from lands less traveled. Some speculate that she doesn't know.

Brigid was known for her observant personality. Quiet and wise, she was always taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of the world around her, and her detail-oriented mind has saved her pack from various scrapes on many occasions. She was eager to give advice to her subjects, but they are often too intimidated by her to ask for it.

Named after the periwinkle blooms that dot the hillscape of their home, the Forget-Me-Not Pack was formed by Brigid and her mate, Aldous, as a fresh community for wolves of all kinds to thrive. They welcomed young and old alike, and began to grow in power and number. Peaceful and idyllic, the pack remains there on the mountainside with a scenic view of the sun-kissed valleys beyond. 

Her two children, Malachi and Razia, were born to Brigid on a frosty winter evening. Strong and well-loved like their mother, the duo grew up well, and Brigid took great joy in teaching them everything she knew. 

Despite her ethereal air, Brigid was not a stickler. She and Aldous sometimes slipped away in the dead of night to race through the mountains together.