She came to the pack a stranger, a wanderer, mother of a single beloved pup. It was a young pack, then -- they were all young packs, then. But her single child was a pup of surpassing beauty, and on that basis she was welcome with glad cries. As scout and finisher, she won strength into her bones, and she was elevated for that. She lived a long life, full and good, and she died old and well-pleased. Though she was not born to us, her descendants walk these lands today.
We call her Gloriana.
