Galahad

Galahad had not been part of the pack for long when they traveled to the Taiga to find a better home. Little did they know, their arrival had disturbed the frail balance of the land. They didn't know the customs, nor how close they were to the Otherworld.

Eyes of storm and trouble, always seeking adventure and feeling the danger that may come upon the pack, young Galahad followed the clues he could find. His arrival was bespoke after all and destiny called.

When the sky was ablaze with lights innumerable, he found his way to the Otherworld. A mirror of his own, where nature reigns stronger than anywhere else. Where every part of it, from the smallest pebble to the tallest tree hums with life.

Galahad was not alone. Before him ten creatures appeared. All prepared, all ready to test this young pup and lay various tasks in front of him to be completed. Despite the little guidance, Galahad trusted in his ability, feeling it in his blood he was to take on anything that was blocking his path. So he did. Day after day, through nights into the next season and after.

Each successful trial left a mark - deep colours of nature, one facing into the other. Some smooth and tranquil like the forest morning, others cutting and aberrant, speaking of its wrath. Even his claws and nose were sharpened, dipped in the light of the full moon.

After every patch of fur was covered in colour, Galahad returned, having grown into the prettiest of bois a mighty hunter, able to command wisps of light and fire to guide him on his path, wind under his paws to carry him far.

From that day on he was known to the Roundtable as Feywalker, a title bestowed to those who travel between the worlds and become ambassadors to other packs.


Name Origin: knight of Arthur's Round Table and one of the achievers of the Holy Grail