Omen

This wolf exists on the periphery of the Song. Rarely do they speak, and even rarer are they heard singing, despite how often the Song has a pack-wide howl.
Their eyes tend to ward off the more nervous pack members, staring sightlessly but somehow very pointedly at any wolves that try to talk to them.
When they do speak, even the Leader listens - for their name is Omen for a reason.They have foretold terrible storms, cave collapses, and outbreaks of illness with enough time for the Leader and Advisors to mitigate the fallout.

On their own, Omen likes collection small bones to roll around for fun. They love foggy weather and windy snowstorms - something about the lack of visibility makes them feel at peace. Their visions and portents can sometimes torture them, but the Herbalist Chopper always has a sleep aid or shoulder to rest on when needed.