Finch

Finch snaps her head from her collection of herbs as you approach, tail and ears suddenly alert with a muzzle twitching into a snarl. She seems to settle slightly when she realizes you're a visitor, mumbling something about wolves bothering her during her work. She sighs, then offers you a soft smile. "We don't get many visitors, considering we move with the herds. Sorry for scaring you, darling."

She perks an eyebrow, letting a slight giggle escape her. "I assume you're not used to pet names? Anyhow, hurry along. I'm stocking poultices for our next journey. Too many pups this season." She sighs again, heavier this time, head snapping back to her work.

Finch is the oldest member of the pack, sporting almost 4 years of wandering alone on her back. She was abandoned by her birth pack years prior to meeting Owlet, of whom she offered to provide healing in exchange for food and shelter. What was originally a temporary arrangement became permanent when Finch settled into the stability of pack life whilst still maintaining her wandering lifestyle.