Lily of the Valley

First T3 NBW!

Lily of the Valley dove. Her face was met with icy water, filling her ears and sinking into her claws. She closed her jaws around empty water and pulled her head back out. Drat. Water dripped off of her face as Lily of the Valley looked around the different rocky patches strewn throughout the stream, searching for the best place to catch the salmon that had gone on their yearly migration.

Lily of the Valley walked over to where three large rocks created a small pool. Licking her chops she moved around to settle herself so that her shadow didn't cast over the pool. Just as she was about to be prepared, her front paw slipped and with a loud yelp, splashed in between the rocks.

"Oh come- ugh you've got to be kidding me," Lily of the Valley whispered to herself. She yanked and tugged at her paw, panic sparking slowly in her chest. If she couldn't get out it was very possible that a bear could come along, thinking it was in for a salmon date when it would in fact be met with an awkwardly sprawled wolf.

While she was tugging at her foot, a twig snapped up on the bank. Lily of the Valley froze, her ears forward and eyes sharp. To her surprise, it wasn't a bear that came out of the thicket. A kind faced wolf with a medley of warm colors stepped out and watched her with an amused look

"Why hello there."


- Found in the mountains (?)
- Spends a lot of time with her fellow scout, Cicada (much to Hazel Fays dismay)
- Puts her pack above all else and is completely devoted to the wolves in it
- Is kind and laid back, but won't hesitate to defend herself if need be
- When she first joined the pack after being a loner, she snuck extra food for herself in fear of being kicked out; she wanted it just in case
- Enjoys helping the pups and adolescents play pranks and jokes on the other wolves
- Gets along with nearly everyone
- Is one of Monarchs right hand wolf