Ankhwe

"Ankhwe waded through Hades to be here with you all today," Lark's gaze shifted toward a sickly-looking creature, missed in the crowd. Other wolves ears pricked, some noticing the creature their leader was referencing. Beguiling white eyes flash from behind the shoulder of a wolf of Ankhwe's choosing.

Her purpose is to tip the scales of fate in a wolves favor. She can sense fluctuations in aura and temporarily binds her spirit to that of a wolf in need. Only decent, pure of heart creatures will attract this small demigod. If you notice her in the mist, feel her presence, or above else have an opportunity to interact with her, you may rest easy knowing that she is likely working in your favor. She doesn't show herself to those unworthy.

For many moons, now, Ankhwe has been here, among Tribe Marrow, slipping between wolf shoulders and darting away again barely noticed. Lark, however, certainly notices. And Lark heeds the universe's warning, of tipping scales and ethereal wolf shapes. Of any wolves born with reddened head or tail fur; Ankhwe's mark of good luck for a season to come.