Queen Aloy

Became Lead wolf when her mate King Jeremiah passed away. Coincidentally, the Queen fell into heat just after the former King's burial. She was unsure if she should seek a new mate or not.

You can't believe your eyes. You'd say you're dreaming, but you are, in fact, in a Dreamland, so anything is possible. There are no words to properly describe this creature. You'd never imagine a cross between a bear and a moth.
You have to admit, the creature looks quite cute. It would be different if it was bigger, though. You approach closer, sniffing it carefully. It sniffs you back, but beyond that, it minds its own business. You notice a few shiny sparks attached to its fur, so you take one before going further.

Shortly after, Aloy was attacked by a lunar snowy owl, but she was victorious. She woke up on a cliff overlooking the glacier, and sat up to scratch at her neck with her hind leg. What a place.

A loud crack sounding almost like thunder rings out through the area.. was it thunder?

With a start, the she-wolf turned her head about, ears flicking this way and that. She made her way home with heavy paws and aching joints. Leading a pack at seven years old was... something else. She sighed, padding into the den to greet familiar faces with a warm smile and tired eyes.