Kermode was one of the first wolves in the Elkwalker pack. Although she wasn’t born with the inherent skill at the role, she took up the job of the pack’s first herbalist. She became a sort of third parent figure to Cub, teaching her compassion to all creatures and to help as much as she could no matter what.
She was supposed to be foraging for the dandelions and charcoal, but she spotted a nice shaded tree a short walk away. She sat down underneath the tree staring up at the bright, full moon and a herd of elk grazing a while away. She knew she would soon become one of them, every aching bone, every fatigued second reminded her of her close fate. She worried for the pack she had grown so fondly of over the many moons that had passed, what would they do once she died? They would have to replace her to keep the pack well of course, for the scraped up hunters and the alpha defending the territory. She knew she would have to find an apprentice to train to take her place soon. “Maybe I should go ask Dew about the idea later, but she’ll be cross if I don’t bring back anything.” She looked around the clearing before spotting a patch of winterfat, which she promptly sprinted over to and grasped it in her jaws carefully before trotting back to the pack.
Kermode died on March 22nd, 2021. She was buried in her original home while Dew, Cub, and Hare stayed with her body to grieve for many hours.
