Fern

                   " Figures? Voices? Have you listened to yourself lately?! Next thing i know you'll all be speaking bobcat!!"

A sardonic she-wolf who was born just outside the lost lands, Fern has always grown up with wolves who heard about the gifts but none of whom had actually experienced them. She herself has always had an interest in herbs and medicine, things that are based in logic and knowledge, so to her, these stories were simply stories. Made to fascinate wolves who knew no better. So when she walked face first into Argo while he was out on patrol, she couldn't help but find the gifted wolf odd. When she decided to ask him to explain the gifts for her, he instead gave her an offer; "come see it for yourself". He curiosity got the better of her and she's been with the pack ever since.

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Since joining, Fern has taken up the mantle of medicine wolf, if only to keep her small bit of ever-shrinking sanity in existence. The wolves in the pack are unusual, that's for sure, but they all at least seem well meaning. Though, that being said, Fern is still 90 percent of their "gifts" come from them licking too many of the mountain toads that can be found nearby. Still, she always makes sure she gives every wolf who enters the territory, whether they be a stranger or a friend, a good look over to ensure they're healthy. 

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Often joined by Bracken, Fern has taken to travelling the territory in search of herbs. When the poor fellow isn't having one of his many anxious breakdowns she is. But this time, she can't say she blames him too much. While out Foraging she ran into a strange wolf, one who she cant recall anything about, just that he existed. It was awfully strange, the way the the land itself seemed pause, with everything going silent. She's pretty sure they didn't even make a sound when they walked away. She reported it to Zaelia and Argo, only for them to tell her that they've seen it as well. Apparently its called the phantom and, while its sightings are rare, its considered a god of sorts in the lost lands. Something to do with it being responsible for the wolves of these lands.

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Fern can't help but sigh as she listens to Hollow. The young she-wolf means well, of that Fern is sure, but she also seems to think that all these strange beliefs make the pack weaker and easier to exploit. Fern isn't so sure about that last bit, though she can agree that many of these superstations are silly. She just hopes that Hollow doesn't push her luck too far. There's nothing wrong with change , but no one wants a civil war. 

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Fern's age is showing, no matter how much she wants to try and deny it. Even though she passed the medicine wolf position to Hickory and has since been hunting for the pack , she can feel herself slowly weakening. Though, she cant help but feel a small glimmer of happiness. She got to watch her daughter, Flare, grow, something many wolves don't have the chance to. Sure, she hadn't ever planned on becoming a mother, but she's glad she gets to leave a small bit of herself with the pack. For all the times they drove her crazy, they were her family and her home. she hopes that god, or the Phantom or whatever it is that watches over the pack lets her stick around for a little bit, if only to make sure they're ok for a little bit longer.