Copernicus

A good-humored wolf, with a sense of dedication that has since remained unmatched. Copernicus himself would argue that 'good humor' is quite necessary for his line of work; gathering herbs and flowers in the lifeless depths of a mineshaft would be enough to drive anyone mad, otherwise.

He simply showed up one day.
No pack, no familial ties to speak of- he had trotted into the Oratory, bundle of yarrow in tow, with nothing but a smile and a bewildered laugh. What had him so amused at the time, no one is certain. What was certain, however, was that the newest addition to the pack knew his way around herbs and an injury. Setting up shop with little regard for such things as permission was simply one of the many quirks of their beloved herbalist