Foxglove

Foxglove doesn't really remember her mother. She only knew her for a short time. She knows that her mother was a lone wolf, because Foxglove was left on her own quite often when her mother went to hunt. So it is no wonder that Foxglove had ample time to investigate her surroundings without supervision. On the last day that she saw her mother, she did as she always had. When her mother was away she wandered into the woods behind her den. Foxglove must have wondered further than she had realized because for the first time in her short life she was lost. She walked and walked, but the further she went the more lost and odd her environment became. Trees glowed odd colors. Strange animals in the tree tops that always seemed to be watching her. She did as any pup in this situation would do. She sat down and cried.

She cried for a very long while. Long enough for her head to get light and her tears run dry. Empty and alone she curled up and closed her eyes. She awoke to a light glowing through her eyelids. When she opened them it was night and she saw glowing orb a small amount further away in the tree line. She followed it, but no matter how fast she ran it always remained out of her reach. The more she chased the more uneasy she became. Something in her stomach told her she was in danger. The forest was now dense with foliage, and the cries of the odd creatures in the trees had grown louder. She stopped. Now convinced that her gut was right, she turned in the opposite direction of the orb and ran. She ran until her legs were weak, and the sound of the creature was just a distant memory. When she stopped and finally looked at her surroundings she was in front of her home. However, it was not as she remembered.

The den was overgrown with weeds, and the top was caved in and filled with leaves. Foxglove knew that she couldn't have been gone for too long. A day at most. Not enough for this. She climbed into the broken home and waited for her mother to return. She waited alone in that broken down den for three nights. By this point Foxglove was good and starved. She needed to find something to eat, but she was far too scared to leave for fear of getting lost again. She tried to look for things around that she could eat, but to no avail. Finally hunger won over fear. She set out to find food. She came across a small stream that she saw fish swimming through. She tried for hours until she finally managed to catch a small fish in her tiny jaws. She ate it ravenously. And that is how she lived for a few months. Waiting for her mother to come home. Eventually the realization hit her. She was alone. Foxglove then made the decision that she was not going to spend the rest of her life waiting on someone who is clearly not coming back, and set out to find a new home.

She traveled for a long while. Long enough to blister her paw pads from walking and her coat to become matted from minimal care. When she did finally find other wolves she had matured into a young adult. Her first friend was Oleander. He had just left old his pack and was in search of starting anew. So they traveled together until they found a place to call home, and together founded the Willow Grove Pack.