Granny Smith

"Would this work?" Granny Smith said through a mouthful of apple. The wolf she was talking to, Hazel Fay, looked up and laughed.

"Sure! I don't see why not. We could all go for some fruit sometimes." Hazel Fay nudged the small mouse carcass she had caught, holding it in her mouth and peering around the orchard. Granny Smith followed her gaze. The orchard had long since been abandoned by whoever grew it. Now all that was left was massive apple trees and the smell of sweets. Granny Smith followed Hazel Fay as they walked back towards the dens. The sky was a bright blue and the air was hot. Hopefully this is the last hot day until next spring, Granny Smith thought. She kept the apple in her mouth and ducked her head as they padded into the forest, leaving the leaves swaying in their wake.


- Is often called an old soul by the rest of the pack due to her nature
- Lives up to her name by loving fruits, and will often bring back bundles of berries or apples to the den instead of kills (which the puppies and older wolves love)
- Is very optimistic, but will keep quiet unless talked to
- Gives advice to the pups, also tells stories
- Is admired by the older wolves for her adventurous ways and magnificent storytelling
- Is very enthusiastic about her likings, in a giddy, excited kind of way, but knows when to turn it down
- Is very humble and insightful