Ink

✨Personality✨
+Patient
+Hardworking
-Blunt
-Overly Neat

🐾Puphood🐾 
From the time Ink was born to the day before he would reach adolescence, he was taught the way of the herbs. His mother made sure that Ink would always be able to save a fellow wolf's life if and when the need every arose. Due to the death of his father from a cough sickness, Ink put it upon himself to become a great herbalist someday.

When Ink's own mother died from a sickness, he began to wander with his two siblings from an older litter. They knew what to do, and they protected him and took care of him.

🐾Adolescence🐾 
Upon reached adolescence, Ink became the favorite pup of his older siblings. He was the only one who knew how to heal an open wound, and stop nearly any kind of sickness. It became easier and easier for him as time went on that he was soon called a master in some regions.

However, this did not last long. One day when Ink was following his older siblings down a rather treacherous path on the side of a craggy mountain, he lost his footing and down he went. He survived, but barely. When he woke up to his tended wounds he could not remember who he was, or who had helped him.

🐾Adulthood🐾 
Ink wandered for a long while. He had forgotten how to heal the sick or injured, but he knew he had the gift. At times he would spew out a random fact he did not recall learning, but would remember it for later. As time went on, he eventually happened upon a sleek, alpha of a small wolf pack named Kho. She had just been exploring but when she found him, she asked him to join. Which he promptly said yes to.

Ink had the opportunity to watch the Divine Pack grow. He was one of the first to join, aside from Kho's close friend Ion, and he got to watch as the camp grew an expanded. After living in the pack for several months without a proper home, he had tears in his eyes when he watched as his Healer's Den was finished and he could properly house the sick during the coming winters.