Birch

Former appearance in life

My first befriended wolf

As the first herbalist of the Silverlight Shadows, Birch worked diligently to create a firm foundation for the newly formed pack. He took to learning the art of healing and tending to his packmates very seriously, believing that his duty was rooted in the ways of the forest itself. In fact, he would often take in hurt and injured wanderers, no matter what kind, and nurse them back to health in secrecy. Looking for new ways to supply the pack with ready-made remedies, he discovered that giving back to the forest whenever he took from it would result in new, prosperous growth. Now, he not only strives to take care of his packmates and any wanderers in need, but the forest itself.
He would often be found wandering in the woods, tending to the herb patches in his usual foraging spots.

Birch could feel that his time was coming to an end. The rustling of the leaves and the reeds whispered good-bye, the river gurgled in grief, and the earth beckoned him to his final rest. He knew that he would return to the forest's roots. Though it pained him to leave the world of the living, he knew that his duty was not yet over. Like the seeds he buried in the forest floor, his body would be the kindling for life, his final gift to the woods, the ultimate sacrifice to fuel the life of the forest in order to sustain the pack for generations to come. This way, he would tend to his pack in death as he had in life. He sought comfort in the fact that the Silverlight Shadows and the forest would live on, even if he didn't. And so, he shut his eyes, content, feeling the wind brush his fur for the last time.