Amn

⠀⠀The Ironridge Tribe had not long settled in the Tundra when Amn first crossed paths with its members during a routine patrol. She did not stumble upon them by accident — she had entered their territory with purpose, introducing herself as "a Traveler Wolf in search of new packs to document on her journeys." It was, she claimed, a common practice among some wolves to live nomadically, even within their own kind.
⠀⠀The Ironridge wolves had never heard of such a thing. But rather than meeting her with hostility, curiosity prevailed. The patrol escorted her back to their basecamp, eager to let their leaders decide her fate.

⠀⠀There, she was brought before Thorveckar, the tribe's formidable leader, and his second-in-command, Drahvden. She repeated her purpose, but this time, she added an offer — her skills in hunting and scouting in exchange for temporary shelter. The tribe was still in need of experienced hunters, and Thorveckar, ever pragmatic, saw no reason to refuse. After all, if she was willing to provide for herself, what harm was there in accepting?

⠀⠀And so, Amn was welcomed into the tribe. Yet, as the first Traveler to ever integrate, some among them remained wary, casting skeptical glances in her direction. But Amn was undeterred. She proved herself through tireless effort, tracking alongside Drahvden to map the frozen expanse and aiding in hunts that grew ever more successful with her skill. She was sharp-witted and fierce, a fire the tribe had not realized they were missing.
⠀⠀By the time two moons had passed, she had more than earned her place among them. But Amn had never intended to stay forever. The distant hills and shadowed forests still called to her, and the Ironridge wolves — once wanderers themselves — understood.
⠀⠀Thorveckar, watching as she prepared to leave, knew better than to try and tether her to their ranks. Who am I to convince her to stay? he mused.

⠀⠀On the morning of her departure, the tribe did not let her leave empty-handed. They strung freshly caught gull carcasses to her shoulder bag, provisions for the treacherous tundra ahead. As they bid her farewell, they simply asked that she remember them.

⠀⠀And with that, she was gone — vanishing into the snow, onto her next adventure.