A cold chill carried by a whispering breeze signals their arrival.
Ainar's origins are vague and lackluster at best, having arrived from winter's chilling fog half frozen on the edge of Fell's territory. While the story of their arrival in the pack is nothing to note, their appearance seems to be otherworldly. When they're not occupied with pup sitting, Ainar has a habit of slinking off with their friendly companion to explore the ethereal beauty of the foggy forest from whence they came. Occasionally, in the shadows dancing outside of Ainar's lantern light, familiar Fae eyes can be spotted watching carefully.