Blizzardsinger

Son of Rainhealer, Blizzardsinger grew up constantly on the move- both of his parents were obsessed with herbs and medicine making, and would constantly move their family throughout the different biomes. However, this constant nomadic lifestyle was not the best for young pups, and Blizzard was one of only a couple pups who managed to survive to adulthood. Despite his parents’ love, and desperate attempts to protect and care for their pups, only a few survived, and most of those that did were resentful towards their parents, feeling they should have done more to protect their offspring.

Perhaps they were right to feel that way- to Blizzard, it didn’t matter. His parents had always loved and cared for him, and remembered the days and weeks his parents were thin and bony, after giving whatever food they could scrounge up to their hungry pups. Even when they were exhausted and tired, they would still tolerate the nipping and ear biting from their young ones, as they curled up around them, protecting them from the cold. His parents may not have been the most responsible wolves, Blizzard would think, but they had to be the most caring. 

This was an attitude he held as he grew, and continued to hold, even as his mother grew weaker, and his father more desperate. The arrival of his long-lost uncle did help things, and it was mainly Blizzard and Night who tried keep things together, while Rain madly mixed and foraged for a cure

However, Rain’s mate did pass, and Blizzard could only watch as his father fell into despair. His siblings, grieving in their own ways, left one by one, some angry about their circumstances, others unable to see their father waste away as their mother had. Only Blizzard stayed, desperately trying to help his father conquer his misery.

Despite his efforts, it wasn’t Blizzard who brought his father out of his grief- it was Rain himself. One night, he took off to the east, proclaiming he needed to find his purpose. With a vigor and single-minded focus Blizzard had only seen a few times before, Rain was off, leaving his son and brother very confused.

This time, Blizzard was chasing after his father, venturing into the wider world on his own for the first time. He found it both terrifying and thrilling, but the dangers didn’t really sink in until he had picked up his father’s and uncle’s scents again, and was on the edge of their new territory. There, he found the mangled body of a young wolf, close to his own age, bloody and torn by what seemed to be the claws of a bear. It was with this news he encountered Mistkeeper and her pack for the first time, and part of why he stayed- the image of Pinecaller’s body haunted him, and he clung to the pack for safety.