Weaver

              w e a v e r

This soft spoken wolf was found on the outskirts of Summit territory during the earliest days. Hardly more than skin and bones and with a cough that rattled in her lungs, she wasn't expected to survive the month. Even so she was taken in, made comfortable for what was thought to be her last days. Through the haze of the fever she was a sweet and gentle soul, wiser than her years would suggest. It was only Creosote's knowledge of herbs and remedies that allowed her to pull through in the end.

Once she was recovered enough to speak she did so, saying she had no name to call her own and had been wandering for as long as she could remember. But she was fond of stories, and myths, and during her recovery she served as a source of entertainment for the pups at the time. When she finally found her feet again she chose to stay with the pack for she had no where else to go.

And so she became the Summit's lorekeeper; their storyweaver.