Raidee

Raidee seemed to be drifting through her puppy days, daydreaming and empty. She never found a purpose in hunting or herbalism. She hadn't a want or desire in the world.
It all changed when her pack leader passed. Daemon left the pack with nearly no notic, passing in his sleep and leaving the pack in chaos. Before the ruin began, Raidee seemed to snap her teeth into the reins and take charge. This was what she could do. And she did it well.
The pack never in the previous two decades before Raidee had ever been more stable and safe and secure. The chance to play and rest was thanks to her skills as a leader, her true calling.
Raidee loves feathers, waterfalls and moonstone. She enjoys syrup and egg yolk.
She dislikes mold, tangles, fighting and nets. She hates crafting and carrion.