Luna

It is said of Luna that she was a great warrior: light on her paws, with a determined bite.
Above all, she cared for her pack, and spent much of her days roaming the lands to keep them safe: bringing back food and toys.
She was always the last to eat, even when she came home limping, fur torn from the most recent fight.
She had several liters; most of those pups went off to find new packs, but one from her last litter remains. Riley.
He has found this pack to be home, just like his Alpha mother.
When she wasn't exploring, she was at the den, comforting new and existing queens, and relieving tired pup sitters - taking her turn in telling the next generation stories of their pack and their bright futures. She left an irreplicable paw print on many lives.
The First Alpha. She will be missed.