Δημήτηρ

Death and decay, flesh and bones, what others fail to realize is even death serves a role in the complexities that is life. What we fear is often what we deserve or a fate that can not be denied nor prevented
— Δημήτηρ, her last words to a dying wolf

There are many words to describe the Vulf-kinn; stubborn being one of them. When a wolf has captured the gaze of one wolf within the pack than the rest will follow and fight tooth and nail to obtain, luckily the pack who was offering a bundle of female adolescents wished for a low sum of SC, and so the pack bought the entirety of the trade only to chase the others off-they wanted this particular wolf.

The reason for such was to gift her the pack they had a strong allegiance with throughout the generations, Ceidwaid yr Alarch, until one evening Lethal Sooth-slayer had stirred from his deep slumber; his mind was filled with the whispers of an unseen entity, telling him the members of the Ceidwaid yr Alarch found Δημήτηρ's name to be weird. This sent a jolt of pain through his chest for the adolescent had already made her mark upon the pack members.

Δημήτηρ was young when she had entered the pack but the Vulf-kinn witnessed her many gifts; part of them wished to have kept their mouth shut with their plans of gifting the wolf given she was attuned with nature and had shown much courage and a bubbly personality with a dark sense of humor to match, even more so her pelt had shifted to its true form and like the Sooth-slayers were told be the voices in their head she was told be such voices of what lies ahead as if knowing what an entity behind a screen wished for her pack. The voices told her many things such as: giving birth to many litters with a potential offspring being sent back to the pack that brought out her gifts.

Reluctance filled her being, she was given her name by the pack that had found her only for the other to think it weird, her name was Greek for Demeter, Mother of the Harvest and was bestowed upon her to match the gifts she has to offer. Plants grew and whispered to her, her tears of crimson blood that offered such life and a nose for herbs that grew miles away. All Δημήτηρ hoped now was the pack she will be sent to will accept her and the pain her heart will heal in due time.