He's a fellow wolf. It's how he got his name -- or nickname, if the estranged rumors are to be believed. Mist Fellow is so charmingly simple and normal, he's disarmed every newly befriended wolf into the Valley and shocked them in much the same way. At first, he just seems like another fella. Mist Fellow walks comfortably in his own fur, talks adamantly with anyone who's around, and is easily blended into the background when not the center of attention. Except, if the rumors have any grounds to go by... the fella might be downright cursed.
If something strange happens, Mist Fellow is always the one involved. On the scale of "how much does the universe like you?" this guy gets a -10. Clumsiness can't be used as an excuse when the ground falls out from under the fella's paws for the third time that day. Stupidty doesn't count if the tree branches catch the faintest breeze and cartwheel in his direction. Lack of awareness can't be said when birds drop on top of him from the sky, completely uninjured and hauntingly blaming the Fellow for it. All in all, weird things happen, and Mist Fellow is the only connecting factor. At least he's a good sport about it, if maybe too accustomed to the embarrassment.
Bliss, the healer for the Lillies, would say very quietly. "I sometimes wonder what his ancestors did. Whatever it was, it must've been quite upsetting."
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