Wicker

She was named for her brown fur and markings, and was the second founder of the Lingering Howl. Only on a technicality, though, as she was the lead's mate.

Wicker had left her pack as an adolescent. With a past to leave behind, the young wolf had driven herself forward, her independence stronger than most. She had traveled across many lands, her paws had grown rough and solid, until she had come over the mountains. Following a river down, she'd found herself in a beautiful forest. In turn she found a beautiful wolf.

Whippoorwill and Wicker quickly became a pair. He was the same age as she was, and never asked about her past, save for her travels and adventures. While he wasn't the adventurous type, it seemed the stories alone were enough, he seemed to have a goal. One that she was glad to become a part of.

When they became mates, the other founders were there to witness it, and the best part of her life began. She was a scout, allowed to travel as she pleased once more, but not without a home.

Her first two pups had been Whippoorwill's, and they also had been the first to find their last sleep, even before Sunflower dreamed of it. Heartbroken, she had found comfort in another wolf, Vae Victus, during one of her scouting sessions. The pups were born, and although Whippoorwill raised them lovingly, she was sure that he knew. Still, he never asked, nor did he ever show anger, and so she learned to let it be. After all, any wolf could be a father, but few could truly be a dad.

Sunflower dreamed that only Cherry would stay, and it wasn't long afterwards that Elk and his siblings found new homes in the wild or with other packs. A few springs later, and Wicker found herself carrying Whippoorwill's pups once more. Worried and fretful, she stayed in the Sleeping Den until the very last minute. It wasn't often that the Nursery became the second home to brand new pups, or that the Sleeping Den was witness to the pain and joy a mother was subject to.

Out of the five pups, Sunflower dreamed that not one, but two would be staying with the pack. It was hard to hear, but when her son, who was named Rodeo, found a new pack, she knew that no matter what her children would be okay.

Her daughter, Cherry, visits her siblings when she is not hunting. Wicker is proud of the wolf who has become the best older sister, and is equally proud of Rose and Honey, the two who she knows will live in the pack past her own time of peace.