Isralye LocHeart 🦋

Isralye, named in honor of her grandmother, gained the alpha mantle from her mother early on in her youth. Passing over her slightly by 3 minutes, older sister Pippen. It was a great honor and one she had been prepared for since birth. She had the spark and drive for more. Her mother often said when discussing the succession. While Pippen was more than happy to wonder and explore and hunt. And so, she was given that chance to what what "more" exactly she was always striving for.
During her reign, and just shortly after her mother passed to rejoin her puphood love across the rainbow bridge. Isralye established the Royal decrees. Placing herself and her direct decedents into permanent positions of power. She refused to settle down and form a mate bond. Unlike her mother and grandmother and great aunt before her, she would lead this pack into a new era. One where the lessers knew their place. And those blessed by her royal womb received the tithes due them.

At first there was discontent. Many who disagreed, but none were truly capable of stopping her, for she was as strong as she was sly. Reaching new heights in her warriors prowess, only matched and even surpassed, by her own children.

Her leading male was Sorian, a wise cracking wonderer, turned champion. He enjoyed his wealth and luxuries presented to him for standing by her. And reaped many rewards before his death. With him gone, and Isralye nearing her own time to cross the bridge, she ventured out, to find the strongest male unrelated to her, to reproduce, leaving her warrior children to guard her throne.
She returned tired, and very much pregnant. And in the following fall, delivered 5 beautiful healthy and feisty pups. Just like their much older siblings before them. The promise of power flowed in their fox slanted eyes. All except little Feyre. While her drive to survive and fight is strong. The push for power and glory that her mother nurtured in her siblings, was strangely absent.

In her aging years, Isralye realized the folly of her ways. She saw her kingdom as it went through times of strife and starvation. As wolves slaved away trying to just survive in her lands. And though she was unwilling to even attempt change this late in her years, she saw, and knew that one of her spoiled rotten offspring would probably do more harm than good. All except Feyre. Whose heart seemed to be of pure gold. And who also saw the suffering of others, and instead of scoffing at it, like her many brothers and sisters did. She would try and help. Sneakily of course. But never sneaky enough that her own mother didn't see.
Perhaps the throne should be hers. Perhaps…



Born at 467 total.
Strength: 91
Speed: 89
Agility: 92
Wisdom: 99
Smarts: 96

Level 20 on 9/12/22
Strength: 256
Speed: 165
Agility: 247
Wisdom: 181
Smarts: 183
Total: 1032

Lived to see the Spring of Year 21 in the prairie. Feb 10 2023