"I stand not smart, but strong. I may be as dumb as a young tadpole, but I know a calling when I hear it. For I now hear your call, Lost Spirits. I shall lead you all with me in my pawsteps." - Traveler to the Lost Spirits
Traveling for moons, ever since adolescence. Traveler had been given many names from passing packs. He never wore a name of his own, never wishing for a title.
Sleeping underneath the stars, the spirits of his family came to him. Traveler was in awe, frozen and biting back tears. He felt like a puppy again, one who craved his family's love and attention. They asked him to form The Oracles, to bring wisdom and pride to wolves and creatures alike. With pride, he accepted. When he awoke, his paws felt lighter. With great strength, he searched for members. Eventually, he stumbled across Coal, offering him a place within his group. Coal accepted, the two traveling together under the name "The Oracles."
Scattered Bones