Amaya

Amaya – The Hearth's Light

Tucked among the tall grasses and wind-smoothed stones, a pale figure often rests where the first morning sun breaks through the trees. Her white coat shimmers faintly with the blush of faded red—like the petals of a long-forgotten flower—and a single scar across her muzzle tells stories she never brags about. Her eyes, sapphire blue and warm with kindness, seem to hold the sky itself.

Amaya is more than just a skilled chaser in the Flintshade hunting party—she is the gentle heartbeat of the pack. With Val at her side, she brings a steady presence that balances wild freedom with deep love. The pups gather around her every night, nestled into her soft fur as she weaves them stories of stars, rainforests, and wolves who could climb the tallest trees.

Born in the lush green canopies of the rainforest, Amaya learned early to trust her eyes and her instincts. She sees what others miss—a flash of movement in the leaves, the twitch of a rabbit's ear, the heartbeat of the earth. Small spaces are no challenge to her; she flows like water through underbrush and stone, always one paw ahead of her prey.

Where others grow disheartened, Amaya laughs. When hunts go poorly, she sings. In her presence, the pack remembers to hope. To breathe. To love.