She has an unassuming appearance. The sort of look one would see in every other wolf. Gray, with soft cream undertones and the trained yellow eyes of a hunter. No, no one ever joins Capella for her beauty.
Upon your first meeting she tells you with the same tone that one may use when divulging the latest gossip that she walked from her namesake across the path in the sky, landing so humbly here of all places. She speaks of her foresight, blithely informing you that you are soon to face disaster, but that she can divert it if you would just let her help.
And you would like that, wouldn’t you? To let her help you? And you could join her family, and she already has so much love for you, and her family is waiting for you. Are you alone? Wouldn’t you like—?
You tell her in no uncertain terms that you think she must have hit her head on her way down from the stars. Capella, unoffended, reminds you to come and find her when that misfortune lands. She’ll be waiting, she says, and she trusts that you’ll heed her with time.
