Arethæ grew up in the Alitiki pack, where she was raised to love going on thrilling adventures. However, when she left she found that adventures were only half as fun when she ventured alone. Still, she found pride in her stamina and agility.
One night, as she was wandering around the forest for a warm cave to stay the night, Arethæ caught the scent of a rabbit. In the distance, she could see it: a rabbit with fur white as the stars of night. It's eyes blood red, that seemed to glow with the moon. It fed on the grass below before stooping, and standing tall on its hind legs. As a pup, she had heard the legends of such creatures. They were called the Nanahuat. They are said to be a special prey for those who gave chase, leading them to their destiny. A symbol of bravery and sacrifice, they were something to sought after. "Chase it, Arethæ," she could hear her father say in her mind. Before long, she was in pursuit. She twisted between the trees, leaped over rocks and fallen trees, determined to capture the prized rodent. As they got closer and closer to the lake, she could see the Nanahuat's fur shine brighter and brighter with the moon's reflection.
As she grasped the small fauna in her jaws and bit down, Arethæ felt the chill of the lake hit her coat harshly. She had run out of the forest and along the bed of a lake she had never seen before. How far had the chase taken her? Overwhelmed by the glorious sensation of having caught such a creature, she leapt upon a boulder by the lake, placed it down on the rock, and let out a howl. Never before had she heard such joy in her howl; not since before the death of her brother, Creto. She looked down at her prize, and watched in shock as the deep, red blood soaked into the pure white fur. As it spread, the fur turned to a dirty, brown coat. The piercing red eyes faded until there was no glow, only dark, empty, brown eyes. This was it. She knew that what could come next would be a glorious adventure, meant for a warrior's heart.
The proudly ate her kill, as the fog cleared around her. Little did she know, another watched on as she feasted, captivated by her beautiful coat that had been stained with the beauty of the night sky. Just across the lake, stood Ledæ. The wolf who's destiny had just become forever tied to Arethæ's.
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˜”*°•𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓷•°*”˜
The name Arethæ comes from Ares and Athena, the god and goddess of war.
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