Bernd

[4/25/22]
Integrated into the Wastelanders Pack in Spring of Year 2. He is the mate of Lead Wolf Ita, and has sired two of her pups, Fle and Walla. Second in command, he is in charge of deciding The Stead of Unut's next hunting location, and he himself frequently scouts the bordering territories for any threats or potential allies.

[4/27/22 - Diary 1]
"Is it wrong of me, Swift Unut, to believe the things my hunters say...That you are neglecting us, our pack, and are giving your affections elsewhere? Romi, as foul as he is, claims that the ground to the East is slick like blood, and weakens under his paws....'No prey could persist here!' he tells me....They all come back empty-pawed, each and every hunt a failure. And yet I know from their boxy sides and jutting ribs that they are not liars...Though, Ita believes them to be...Swift Unut, is this a punishment?"

[5/3/22 - Diary 2]
"Scout Skar and Scout Arda have met with a new wolf, Chand, from the far North. He is a drifter, one who has been with many packs; he claims that the feasts in the Northern territories are unlike any other. Another Outsider they have introduced to us, Ofani...She is an...Interesting female. She is from a pack to the South, a temperate region, who's lands yielded infrequent, but large game. Sweet Unut...Neither of these feel like the path you are intending us to take. Ita will not hear me out, that we should leave this dreaded land...She is still under the fool tale the elders of our former pack laid upon us. Divine One, she cannot change this horrorific place, and I cannot be the one to see her fail..."

[5/7/22 - Diary 3]
"My love...She has connected her soul with Divine Unut yet again! Praise the Swift! Praise the Swift!...Our pack will be moving to the coniferous forest, mine and Ita's former puphood home. Those who choose to stay here, may stay...We may part ways as we need. While I have made many friends here, I cannot force them to remain with us...Their life is but their own decision. No longer will the Wastelanders be suffering in this crumbling land! Praise you again, Divine Unut!"

[6/5/22 - Diary 4]
"So much has happened, Sweet Moon...From Sandor presenting us with evidence of Divine Unut's departure, to the expulsion of The Stead of Unut...So many dear friends, gone. And now, my age catches up with me, quicker than I can outrun it. My joints are weak, my eyes glossy...I can no longer discern Walla from her sister, Fle. They are both fuzzy blurs...Healer Creo claims he can do nothing, and that it is simply age. Dear Moon...You have watched over me all my life, from puphood until now...How foolish we were to worship any other. Ah...Perhaps Sandor was a good change, for this pack...Though still...While I cannot see her face, I can hear the hurt in Fle's voice...I hope that is not his doing."

[6/7/22 - Diary 5]
"My daughter! My sweet daughter, Fle! Only your kin keep your lineage alive...I will teach them everything that I know. How could I have been so blind to your failing health...What a miserable father, I feel like...I could not take time away from my studies to reprimand Sandor for his behavior; even if he had killed me, at least my actions would have spoken for me. My worth does not matter anymore, I am nothing but a retired elder...Sandor is powerful, and he leads us to greatness...But is greatness in a leader worth the death of a pack member? Worth the death of my daughter? I have many things to consider, Sweet Moon..."