Vιɠιʅαɳƈҽ

Where Vigilance hails from, and why they have reformed a pack whispered in legend, are questions they don't feel like answering. They were born to serve a purpose, as Lance will vaguely say, brought into life for a very important task. Filling inbetween the lines, the others that Vigilance has befriended understand their "purpose" is the pride's legacy. Whether their alpha has ties to the ancient Lillies of the Valley is easy to infer, yet it cannot be questioned that Lance is giving all their efforts to rebuild a fallen history most have forgotten. It remains to be seen if it is all in vain.

Regardless, behind the veil of restoring legends and preserving a future, sits a lone wolf to meet the fleeting sunrise. With a heavy breath, pelt ruffled from excess exploration and aggravated battle wounds, Vigilance greets each day as if something important was going to happen. They whisper prayers to names no one would recognize, set their paws into the same prints left by ghosts, and turn to awaken the Lillies of the Valley.

Bliss, the pack's resident healer, quotes. "There is no poison greater than gifted honor. In their case, at least."