In the deep, twilight-soaked forest where stars flicker like watchful eyes, Hera walks with quiet purpose and gentle grace. She is the third wife of Hell Heart, the mighty wolf lord, and among his bondmates, she is the watchful soul—the one who sees what others overlook.
Hera's fur is a mesmerizing blend of blue and soft brown, like the sky meeting the earth at dawn. Three eclipse-dark eyes grace her face—two steady and kind, and a third set higher between her brows, eternally veiled in mystery. This eye is more than sight—it perceives truth, memory, and the subtle threads of fate.
Born of the northern wilds, Hera came to Hell Heart not through conflict, but through curiosity and kinship. Drawn to the tales of a noble leader whose strength held realms in balance, she approached not with fear, but with understanding. And Hell Heart, known for his power and presence, welcomed her with respect and recognition.
Her demeanor is observant and friendly, always calm, always listening. Among the pack, Hera is a voice of reason and comfort. She notices what others miss—the flicker of emotion in a glance, the shift in the wind before a storm. Her insight keeps the pack steady, and her presence brings harmony.
Her den lies within the heart of an ancient tree, wrapped in vines and starlight, where the forest seems to breathe with her. She is not the fiercest, but her wisdom is unmatched. She holds a place of honor at Hell Heart's side—not through dominance, but through the strength of understanding, loyalty, and a heart that sees all.
Hunter 
Hunter