Callisto

They despised her.

She was born under a New Moon, under a night of no light.  When the wolves had no moon to howl at, when the hunting was poor.  She, the lone puppy of her litter, had been brought into the world on this night.  Brought into the world with sparkling blue eyes.

Blue eyes, the eyes that took her mother's life.

"She looks nothing like me," her father would spit.  "She's so clumsy, so weak," her siblings would taunt.  "She's only bad luck.  Our Luna died having her," the pack would whisper.  It wasn't long before she began to be harassed, soon ostracized, and eventually neglected.  However, she wasn't about to tolerate this cruelty, and, upon a New Moon night, fled.

Out of the trees she ran.  She ran as far as her paws could carry her, beyond the scents that she had grown so hostile toward.  She ran out into fields, soft grass flattening beneath her pads, butterflies awakening from their slumber as she raced on by.  Fireflies began to light up the night, soaring into the skies, emanating a gentle, blue light.  She found herself entranced, and soon enough, asleep.

The world had changed.

Blue.   From the rolling plains, to the mountaintops, to the starry ocean that was the sky.  The Full Moon hung overhead, bathing this new world in an otherworldly blue hue.  Warm, welcoming.  Lemmings and weasels approached eagerly with toys in hand, balls and squeaky toys, some bearing jewels and crystals all for the newcomer to see.  She couldn't help but feel overwhelmed, but thanked the little creatures for their time and their generosity.

Soon, she found herself off again, on the run.  Racing alongside Lunar Pronghorn and chasing Lunar Deer.  She'd watch as Lunar Owls soared overhead, apparent cat-birds leaped from tree to tree, and flying mice scrambled from rock to rock.  It was all so new and strange, but all at once, it felt so much at home.

Up until she lay eyes upon a wolf.

The figure was distant, watching on as she accustomed herself to the Dreamworld.  It was ever so curious, soon letting a long, deep howl into the night, an eerie blue mist pouring from its mouth as if it was letting go of its soul.  It took the form of the mist, soon turning tail and racing away, over the plains.

And she, still as puppylike as ever, charged behind.

She hadn't realized where she was being led up until she got there, standing at the peak of a mountain, gazing out at the sun as it broke the horizon, painting the sky beautiful shades of orange, red, yellow, and violet.  She watched on in awe, never having seen something so spectacular within the forests.  Beaming with passion for these newfound lands, she let out a howl, one that carried on the breeze for miles and miles, and soon enough, eager howls returned, as wolves from all corners, the rejected, the castaways, came to join her at her side.

And with this, the Jovian Pack was born, under the leadership of the first known Moonwalker, Callisto.