Ilex II

Born during the time of fae and sprites, he was the apple of his father's eye and doted on from the day he walked. But something was always...not quite right. His eyes knew too much and he had an odd sense of knowing with misfortune would befall others. There were whispers in the pack, yet none were bold enough to outright accuse the pup of being a wildling. Despite Ilex II's odd quirks, he grew up honest and kind, if not strange. He laid near his father as the old wolf's muzzle grew grey, and mumbled a secret his old man would take to the grave.