Summer

On a year in which the summer solstice was the strongest, a young huntress, Spice, howled a top the greatest mountain peak. The rays took grasp of her howl, crawling down her throat and encompassing her soul with a warmth that she had never felt before. The euphoric blessing was a power unknown to the wolves who only knew the cold of winter. It was not long after, Spice gave birth to the brightest, warmest wolf of Noel Winter Eve - her name was Summer. Her eyes were as blue as the melted ice of a glacier, and her song could echo further than the wind could blow. Sociable and compassionate, Summer often played with the fellow whelps, she memorized their names from the heat she could feel in their hearts. It was a special power she possessed, perhaps she learned from her blind mother how to recognize the strength of a soul, or perhaps it was bestowed upon her by the blessing of the Sun. Either way, life grew around Summer - each step she took, wildflowers would blossom, and butterflies would whirl around her head like a crown.
When she was an adolescent, pups would look up to her. She told stories and taught them how to speak to the butterflies. The wise elder, Magic watched this wolfess as her infectious power drew the young pups closer, and stronger.

Dark times fell upon Noel Winter Eve, a cold spell drew a long season of winter, a whelpless year for the pack. Magic's pack was dwindling in numbers, few were to be found and prey in the meadows grew stronger. If they did not attract more wolves, the pack would surely starve without great numbers of trained hunters. What was once a mountainous paradise blessed with snow, became a dreary land of wandering shadows. The next year came to pass, a spring without life. A curse fell upon the Noel Winter Eve wolves, in which each whelp was born as a mere shadow. Lost, deaf, and uncertain to which realm the belonged, the young pups could not recognize their own parents let alone their own souls. Magic, Spice and the rest of the pack members watched the young specters walk the meadows - they could not whine, or recognize the song of their parents - they didn't even have a stomach to eat. Soon there were so many souless pups that wandered these parts, the pack dubbed it The Phantom Meadow. Summer laid upon the edge of the mountainside, her chin resting upon the cool granite rock, letting the cold wind wisp through her fur. She sighed, there weren't any butterflies this year, and hardly any flower blossoms. It seemed the entire pack land was being swallowed by a darkness that even she could not stop. But it was then the sun rays peaked through the clouds and touched her face, enlightening her heart just as did it the day she was born. Summer got up to her paws and took off down to The Phantom Meadow. With the sun at her shoulder, Summer howled out a long song of warmth. To her surprise, the wandering souls tuned in, their shadowy faces arching to listen to her enchantment. One by one, Summer walked to each shadow, touching her nose to theirs. As she did, each pup began to reanimate, small claws clutched soil, tiny fur bundles bloomed on their backs, and bright eyes looked back into hers. As if they were born for the first time, each pup was rebirthed at the kiss of her nose. Summer walked from The Phantom Meadow, leading each pup back to their parents. Overwhelmed with joy, each mother and father finally were able to lay eyes on their beloved pups. The curse has been lifted from the Noel Winter Eve wolves. Even the butterflies came back.

Magic over saw this power, understanding what faith she had in Summer to watch over the pack. She reminded her of her mother before her, Spice. Before Magic's death, she bestowed the power of immortality upon Summer, with an eternal promise to pass on her teachings to pupsitters of Noel Winter Eve's future.

Long seasons came and went. Summer walked the old Meadow of Phantoms as a butterfly landed upon her nose. Fluttering its wings, she laughed and snorted in playful banter. The butterfly moved and before her stood a wolfess with eyes bright as the suns rays. "Hello... I am Monique." Summer smiled, "Monique, it is nice to meet you. Let me teach you about the warmth of the sun..."

It was there, Summers teachings as an immortal began.

credit to hyrdus # 49065 for writing Summer's bio.