Ophelia

Ophelia, beloved wife of Zephyr.
First wolf to ever join Kenopsia.

Ophelia's favorite pastime is watching the rain. She is not sure why, but she finds herself enamored by this activity. Others may claim that she spends hours sitting at the mouth of a cave, her ears swiveling around to listen to the variety of noises outside. (thank you for the hc #42872!)

July 3rd, year 5.
Ophelia laid curled around her daughter, head resting on the young wolf's side as she gazed down at her two surviving grandpups. Zephyr had bolted out of the den hours ago. She didn't know what caused her mate to leave them so hurriedly, especially when their daughter was grieving the loss of four of the pups and needed them most, but she kept calm for Pigeon's sake despite the burning anger she felt.

"They're lovely.." She whispered out after a while, leaning her head closer to gently nose the pups who let out little whines in protest. Pigeon nodded, a shaky and bittersweet smile on her muzzle, unable to say much after she cried for so long her throat grew sore.

Ophelia stayed there with her daughter for the rest of the night, murmuring in hushed whispers and soft words until she finally managed to get Pigeon to fall asleep with the promise of looking after them while she regained her energy.

August 22nd, year 7. Death of Ophelia.