Shortly before she was born, the Pack's long-time Pup-Sitter, Daylight, had died.
Like the rest of her litter, Swift grew up on stories of Daylight. He was a legend around the camp, as he had raised many of the wolves in it, and his death had left a notable scar on the Pack, one the young pup couldn't understand at such a young age.
As she grew older, he noticed the way the pup-sitters seemed... More than sad, almost seeming to doubt themselves. How every story seemed to be related to this pup-sitter she had never met. How his mate, the healer, had closed himself away, and only her brother's pestering seemed to drag him out of the den...
She found herself curious as to why Daylight meant so much to so many. And, hearing his stories so often, she began to find herself wanting to be like him as well - maybe not quite replace him, that wasn't possible, she knew, but perhaps if she could find a way to heal her Pack's suffering, the way Hail was with Stone...
In honor of Daylight, the golden she-wolf took the job as pup-sitter
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