Whisper

Whisper was born on a warm summer night to his mother, Stella, in an open field in the grasslands. Cricket's chirped away and the distant sound of nocturnal animals roaming could be heard while Stella cleaned her young. The moon was high in the sky and perfectly illuminated Whisper's white coat. He stuck out like a sore thumb compared to his brothers and sisters who took after his mother's beautiful Bistre fur.

His upbringing was full of love and care as his mother, a lone wolf, guided them through life as a wolf. She tended to their every need, keeping them nice and warm at night and their bellies full of rich nutrients and proteins. It wasn't until he was 4 months old that he began learning the art of foraging and crafting medicines.

One Winter came when Whisper was finally entrusted with gathering Kava to finish a cough cure for his sister Serephim who had come down with a bad cold. The harsh snow and winds had long buried or snuffed out most herbs and scents, trekking through it was even worse given his family had no set home, they traveled as they saw fit so Whisper was never given an opportunity to memorize landmarks or paths, which had also been covered in a thick bed of white.

His stubborn attitude told him to keep going, to find this Kava so his sister could feel better, but by the time he found some…it wasn't enough and he quickly realized just how lost he was. Whisper searched and searched for his home, trying to pick up any scents but they were dead or led him into a large circle. He survived the Winter on his own, going hungry most nights and struggling to keep himself warm.

He went back on his search once Winter was over, retracing his steps and following the sky to the best of his ability. It wasn't but a couple of months later that he came to the conclusion that his family had left. Whisper was distraught, he knew they probably got chased out of the cave they had been sharing, or maybe food got scarce..but he couldn't help but feel heartbroken to be left behind by his own kin.

Many months passed until Whisper finally reached his 1st birthday, having spent each day of those months traveling and foraging until he was finally in the Mountains and found himself in a clearing beside a river, a wolf right across the water staring at him. The wolf had an Almond base with brown markings and smelled of Cedar. Both Male wolves eye'd each other, copying each other's movements before they found a place to cross and sniffed at each other. From that moment, Whisper knew he needed to start a new family, a larger one, one he could protect and serve to the fullest