East

East was unwanted by not just one family, but two. One pack had a surplus of mouths to feed and a friendly neighboring pack was seeking replacements for a lost litter. The nursing mother took one look at the skinny, half-starved wolfling and declared complete lack of interest. Weasel was out scouting the hills to the east and happened upon the abandoned pup. The wolf in charge of relinquishing her to the other pack had brought her halfway home only to leave her alone, snarling viciously when she attempted to follow him. Weasel took pity on the crying pup, fed her a good meal of fat quail, and brought her home to the Stinging Nettle. Overrun as they were with litters, one little girl would surely go unnoticed. When someone finally asked, "Where did that one come from?" Weasel simply shrugged and said, "East." The name stuck.