Fawn was always a nervous pup, she was the only survivor in her litter. She would often sit alone in the long grasses for hours waiting for her mother to come back with a kill.
Shortly after she reached 6 months old her pack-less mom was killed by a nearby pack leader for taking food from their territory. She spent the next 6 months of her life barely scraping by on unwanted scraps from nearby packs, running whenever she smelled another wolf approaching.
Until she met
him
Fawn could smell him approaching but for some reason did not run. Perhaps it was because she didn't have the energy, or maybe there was another reason, Fawn isn't really sure. He cared for her, hunted for her, and they had a litter of pups. He's very quiet, doesn't speak much, but she knows he loves her through his actions. She isn't quite there yet, but she can feel herself slowly falling for him. Lately she smiles when she looks at her pups, as they remind her of him.