*°•𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓛𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽•°*

There are wolves born to follow, and there are wolves born to defy. Moonlight was the latter. From the moment she opened her eyes to the silver glow of the moon, it was clear that she was unlike the others. Where her kin wavered, she stood firm. Where others saw obstacles, she saw challenges waiting to be conquered.

She was duty-bound, not because she was told to be, but because she chose to be. Every step she took was one of purpose, every decision weighed with an innate sense of justice and loyalty. She did not allow weakness in herself, nor did she tolerate it in others—yet, beneath her stern exterior, there was a fire, a brilliance that made her impossible to ignore.

Wolves who met her often spoke of the way her presence filled the space like moonlight piercing through storm clouds. She was radiant, a beacon of resilience, yet unpredictable, like the wild winds that reshaped the land. Some called her stubborn, others called her reckless, but all knew this—when Moonlight set her mind on something, not even the mountains could stand in her way.

Legends whispered that she carried the storm within her veins, that the night sky itself mirrored her spirit—fierce, unrelenting, and breathtakingly beautiful. To know her was to stand at the edge of a roaring tempest, to be swept away by the sheer force of her will.

And she would never, ever fall.