Felan

This is the leader who met you halfway on the bridge. Her green eyes are like little spots of moss against an oak tree and boulders. If your first impression of her hadn't been so friendly you may have mistaken her as intimidating. The kind of presence that fills a space. When Sylva escorted you around camp Felan retreated to a tree trunk where a handful of young puppies are scrambling around. From there the sitters and mothers left to grab water or a moment to stretch. Give these wolves a glance

Felan founded the Krachtig Iepen many moons ago with friends who were close enough to be called family. As time went on they trekked from the Deciduous Forest to the swamps to the south as she has begun to grow old. As her friends have moved on to brighter places, their descendants have begun to fill their steps. Even now Felan's great-grandchildren are of naming age.
Her life has been a long fulfilling one, and she's grateful to have seen her pack survive. The next big step in her life is to pick who will succeed her. There are plenty of contenders; will she pick one of her descendants or have new blood take the lead?