Lisa was born under a canopy of twinkling stars in the heart of the Woods, a forest revered for its connection to celestial events. As a white wolf with fur that glimmered like freshly fallen snow, she stood out among her pack from an early age. Lisa had always been contemplative and keenly aware of her surroundings. While other pups frolicked carefree, she would sit beneath towering trees, observing the world around her with piercing blue eyes that seemed to capture every detail — the fluttering wings of moths at dusk, the rippling brook's evening serenade, and the distant howls echoing through moonlit nights. Her stoicism made her different; while others wore their emotions on their sleeves, Lisa preferred to keep hers locked away.
Her intrinsic strength and sharp instincts earned her the title of first chaser in the legendary Comet Hunters — an elite band renowned for their speed and agility during celestial migrations when shooting stars fell as if rain across spinning skies. The titles were not handed out lightly; only those who exemplified sacrifice for their pack were chosen. Time after time, Lisa led bold hunts that intertwined strategy with synchronous movement beneath streaks of brilliant light above them—an act nearly akin to dance amidst nature's grand performance. During these exhilarating pursuits filled with untamed freedom brimming just beyond reach, it became even clearer how deeply revered but inwardly solitary she truly was.