❂ Peithir ❂

You see ❂ Peithir ❂ carefully organising their belongings, paying little attention to anything else. They don't notice you until you are close enough to press your nose into their shoulder to get their attention.

    Peithir was a traveler. She had spent her life wandering here and there with not too much care for where the wind would blow her. She had made many friends, and, naturally, a few enemies, as she went. She had seen wondrous things that few others had ever seen. She had a welcoming face to greet her nearly anywhere she wanted to go. On her travels the moon had touched her fur, and she had explored the Dreamlands extensively, resulting in her striking and unusual appearance. Not too many others had the honor, and many became uneasy when she overstayed her welcome, loved though she was. Her luminous fur smelled just wrong enough for ordinary wolves to eventually and inevitably reject her trying to remain with them, though they were happy enough to have her visit as she liked.
    This is why, when she came upon the Redfeather pack-- then the Opposed wanderers moving nomadically through the Western forests-- and they welcomed her outright and without stipulation, she elected to join them full time. Well, that and the forest was beset by evil lunar wolves of a quantity Peithir had never seen gathered up together who used lunar portals as if it were second nature. Slightly worrying, that sight had been. Peithir had given this little pack all the information she knew about lunar happenings-- which, of course, was quite a lot-- and from that they had crafted a plan to take back their lands and defeat the evil Borealis.
    Peithir had known that name. He did as much terrorizing in the Dreamlands as he did in the waking world, and so she was happy enough to help take him down. Along the way she realized that these Redfeathers-- she preferred to call them by their rightful name, especially since they were on their way to reclaim what was theirs-- were unafraid of her because they, too, had had dealings with the Dreamlands. Their alphas frequented the rolling blue hills and glowing caves of the other world each time the portals were opened naturally, and their herbalists had a tradition of being rather supernaturally-touched as well. She had become friends with the hunter, Raea, whose fur was nearly as luminous as her own, and the she-wolf had helped her adjust to hunting with a pack.
    Peithir was happy to see the pack reunite and reclaim its rightful place in the forest when it happened. She had been introduced to yet more wolves touched by the moon, like Whistle, Winnie's mate, and even some of the pups who had been born under the Cereus pack's reign. She was excited for the possibilities of good wolves being more exposed to this beautiful world she had known and loved, and she resolved to remain with the Redfeathers to act as an ambassador of education and a bridge between the planes.