Solore

"The trees are never a sight I'll get sick off. I'll be glad to share it with you."

Solore used to belong to a old human who collected exotic pets. For a good portion of his life, Solore was just an item in a small cage in the corner of a room, a trophy to that human. His voice has grown raspy from the smoke and unbearable stench of the human's room and barely a drop of water to drink. When that human was found out and arrested, Solore found himself stepping on lush green grass after a few weeks. He understood little of what happened after his two years in captivity and recovery but all he knew was to run like he's never been able to before.

After hearing this story, Helvion accepted this old wolf's wisdom and experience into the pack, even if his earlier years haven been in the wild. Together they built the foundation of the GladeFire Pack.