Draumur Kulmking

Draumur never got along with her other siblings. War was always causing so much trouble, Innocence constantly devoted her life to hopeless romance, and their mother Love seemed to spend all of her time enchanting other wolves' hearts. Draumur preferred the more mysterious parts of life, the things that go bump in the night when little pups are sleeping, the shadows conjured from one's own memories.
Draumur was a dreamer. Her siblings always picked on her for sleeping all the time, but while she was sleeping she was busy building. Dream-weaving was a delicate art, and one she was determined to master. It wasn't difficult to learn how to tame her own dreams, and she soon began expanding her territory to the minds of other wolves. On and on she went, manipulating a landscape here, conjuring up monsters there, growing more confident in her abilities every day. She left her pack to strike it out on her own, surrounding herself with plenty of dreaming wolves to mess with.
What she failed to take into consideration was that there might be others like her out there who might not take too kindly to intruders on their territory. The Goddess of the Hunt was especially venomous to her presence, and it wasn't long before the much more powerful wolf had sent her acolytes to chase her down.
But the goddess underestimated Draumur's cunning. She infested the wolves' minds, confusing their senses and plunging them into waking nightmares. But no amount of cunning would deter the goddess herself, and Draumur was forced to flee far, far away. Up North she went, to the cold realm where the dead slept peacefully under the stars. There she became akin to a spirit, drifting between the world of the living and the dead with no wolves to play with.
That is, until she heard the mournful howling of Brazen and Felicity, and Draumur knew that this was her chance. These wolves would be hers, her very own acolytes, her Sleepers of the Endless. She had big plans for them, and Brazen was all too willing to listen...