Born and raised in a pretty meadow of peonies, she always sought to be one with the flowers. At a young age, she was caught by an enemy pack as she was following a bee, whom landed on the prettiest flower she had ever seen. She was carried away, tortured, and then let go. She hasn't said a word since, instead she sits peacefully alone, adorned with many flowers. Some say she only talks to the flowers... She even named her lifelong skunk companion Flower.