Eivori

Her history is unknown, even to her.
Upon a harvest moon, her paws guided her to a forest shrouded in mist, spanning miles as far as the eye can see.
With a blank mind, as if someone was controlling her, she stepped into the mist.
Swirls of shadows, danced upon her, reaching out to pluck at her sun kissed fur.
She carried onwards, with eyes glazed over.

Those native to these lands felt a presence, the moment she stepped into the fog- and those nearby, turned to see what this premonition was. And there, the golden clad she-wolf, stood.

As if the mist itself were alive, it danced about her body- though, never truly touching her. It was as if some form of field protected this stranger from the claws of grey. As if she was a delicate mystery, that was too dangerous to touch.

Beyond her, the Harvest moon poked through the thick pine- penetrating so fiercely that the mist had even turned a soothing pale gold.

She stepped forwards, and the fog followed.

And so did those who saw her breakthrough.

Through the pines, the bark creaked and shuttered away from this She-wolf. And just behind her, those living in the shadows followed her foot steps- staring, curiously, warily, at what this wolf was.

She stopped at a clearing, leaping upon a broken down tree, and commanded-
yet, her words were unknown.
None knew of what she spoke, but there was a collective feeling that the power behind her words- they touched their hearts, and froze them in their place.

Despite her mysterious tongue, it was as if they all knew one thing, at once, like a hive mind-

"Follow me, and I shall bring you to victory."

"Follow me, and I will bring you to your destiny."