Cranberry's life has been a strange one. She'd had siblings of the same litter, but they died young, and none of them had been successfully buried during those days of heartbreak and instability. She barely remembers her siblings now, a distant memory, but she holds vigil at the Midnight Tree every night. Visiting a small shrine made of stones and decorated with hide and vines and flowers that she changes often, all nestled in the hollow of the great tree. Often, her father joins her, a silent sentinel beside her in the quiet. Her mother doesn't speak of any of it, mourning in her own way, separate from the rest.
Hunter 
Hunter