Mossy Logs Pack

Birch and her siblings were raised by their father, struggling to help his 4 boys and 1 girl survive. Being the only girl in her litter was not easy, but being the second biggest helped.
As she grew, Birch became more and more certain that she wanted to lead a pack someday. A strong, healthy pack.
When Birch was almost a yearling, her father died to hunters in a tragic accident. Birch saw the whole thing while she was helping him hunt, and still has a bullet lodged in her front leg.
After this, She and her older brother, Crow, who had always helped her father, took on the roles of parents to raise their siblings. After a long night of discussion a month and a half later, Birch bid her brothers farewell and set off to start her own pack.
She never saw them again.
On her way out, she saw her good friend Maple, out on her own. She had been kicked out of her natal pack because her parents had ¨ Too many pups to take care of¨ and ¨She was a waste of time¨. Birch wasted not even a second on taking Maple in to start a pack together. They wandered out of the mountains, through the grasslands, and into the forest they decided to call home, with the help of the magical wolf Tala. They met Willow, and together they formed the Mossy Logs Pack. Growig the family (both biological and not), raising pups, and taking in wolves.
They will never forget their past, but Birch and Maple continue, driven to be the best they can.
And as for Birch, she loves playing with her pack, lounging in the sun, exploring, and watching over the pups.
But she is, always has been, and always will be, driven by her father´s favorite saying, his last words.
¨Carry on.¨
Carry on, carry on, carry on.
Every night, she howls his name to the wolf star. He will never be forgotten. And as Birch whispers his tale to the pups, their eyes gleam with excitement.
Carry on, carry on, carry on.