Zephyr

A wolf leader of warmth and comfort once fell for the moon.
The leader, she would howl to her glowing silver face each night, and the moon soon grew fond of her new admirer; though the moon was too far to feel the leader's warmth, that burning affection, and only knew the leader's love through nightly songs.
The moon ached some quiet nights when the leader had gone to rest, and only the howls of her children the winds would reverberate up to her.
The moon could not soon part from her admirer, nor could she grow close enough to feel her warmth, so the moon sent her gentlest wind. She made that soft wind into a female puppy, and place her within the ribs of the leader to grow in the warmth of her heart.
Zephyr was born under the waning gibbous moon of his mother's face far above.

Zephyr grew into a young he-wolf, following in his earthly mother's steps of humility and dedication, growing out (a little bit) of his lazy, windswept nature.