fierce, rational, no-nonsense, snarky. a true drill sergeant. her heart is warm, and the pack knows she cares for them dearly, but she’ll send them for marking duty three dawns in a row if they say it.
best friends with grymli, her fellow scout; they’re always giving each other crap.
a butch lesbian queen. secretly pining after sequoia, aka the only one she's ever soft with; she's always finding excuses to bring her herbs she's gathered on her scouting missions, or to bring her food when she inevitably forgets to eat bc she's so engrossed in learning a new potion recipe and pushing the frontiers of healing medicines, and when she bumps into her when sequoia's out foraging for herbs she simps 😔✌️
now, in the twilight of both their lives, they've finally become mates. they'll spend these final few months together, growing old in a quiet love that needs no words.
in reality, it ended up being a mere single day. selvyth hasn't spoken since sequoia died; for days, she didn't leave her graveside, just staring down at it with expressionless, silent calm. not eating, not sleeping. all these years and she was afforded only a few hours of true happiness. her grief is hollow and absolute; even grymli can't get through to her, try as she might; the whole pack, even the mutineers, watch their strong old matriarch with sombre sorrow and worry for their welfare now that she seems so numb. selvyth will spend the rest of her life in mourning.
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