Solis, the Wanderer.

Solis lived with a great passion for exploration and adventure, having been the pack's first and most experienced scout wolf for three generations of leaders. He started his life in another pack, remembering his parents faintly as very affectionate wolves. He would have become a full member of their pack if he hadn't strayed too far from the territory during his fifth month of life.

His first taste of freedom would soon be met with confusion and loss of direction. While he yearned to find his way back, the familiar scent had been tainted by the sudden onslaught of rain, rendering his great sense of smell useless. He continued to walk in what he assumed was the right direction, only to have walked further from his destination. A pup couldn't survive long in the woods, and he fully believed he wasn't going to make it. Thankfully, one of Catharsis' scouts found him huddled against a tree, deciding to bring the poor thing back with them.

The pup would awaken from his tired slumber in unknown but warm cave, realizing he had been basically adopted by this unfamiliar pack. While he fully expected to be unwelcomed since he wasn't related, a pair of wolves decided to nurture him as if he was their own. He would grow up well-fed and given love that any other blood-born pup would get. Named after the bright sun that came out after a rainy night, Solis.

During Solis' last week, the fairly new herbalist, Venus, noticed Solis becoming more lethargic after each scouting mission. She would try and persuade him to spend his last few days in relaxation but he refused, wishing to continue to scout and train Myrica until she was grown. He would fulfill that wish, and on his last day he spent his time resting in the herbalist's den so that his passing would be more private and peaceful, with Myrica affectionately spending her time with him until he passed. Catharsis will sorely miss his rebellious spirit and unorthodox techniques.