The sun was setting when she arrived at Silverfell. The golden light letting her blend in. She has heard great things about this pack. Although she's not one for cold. They were welcoming.
Silverfell was young then. Only about seven wolves were there. Ashcore, Mystriel, Nightshade, Bayos, Cliff, Dustfall, and Frossen. Nowadays, Frossen is the only one of the group not dead. They didn't get along at first but after awhile they got used to eachother and gave eachother advice.
Aurum got plenty of compliments on her warm fur. As though the sun itself nestled in it as they say. So she takes great pride in keeping it clean. She always watches the sunset. Someday she knows the sun will rise again. Someday she knows that it will rise without her. But she doesn't fear that day. She lived a long and good life.
