Snowdrop has been in the pack for quite a while, and she and Poplar have been the pack's two main pupsitters almost since the day they both joined. Though she has no mate, Snowdrop is quite a romantic, and skilled at flirting. She spends most of her spare time gazing wistfully at the horizon and thinking of Jupiter, the aloof but undoubtedly handsome wolf who was a pupsitter in the pack for a few moons before deciding that pack life wasn't for him. To the surprise of absolutely no one, Snowdrop considered herself to be Jupiter's soulmate, and still fantasizes about him coming back to the pack to declare his love for her.
Now that she's an elder, Snowdrop has mellowed out a bit --though she'll never admit it, she still indulges in her fantasies more often than most would assume for one of the oldest wolves in the pack. In the real world, though, she's much more focused on the apples of her eye, her two pups, Riverstone and Peak. Their father was a stud, just a one-night transaction years ago, and she hasn't been able to find him again on the few occasions she's reached out; she assumes he's either dead or doesn't care, which... really doesn't bother her as much as she thought it might. She has Riverstone accompanying her in the elder's den more often than not, and Peak cares for the both of them with the same fierce worry she once saw in herself when she was the main pupsitter of the pack, soon after Poplar's death. She also has friends --Honeydew is always there to lighten the mood in the den, and even Calendula's grumpy murmurs have become comforting. She's lived a full life, she thinks; her only hope now is that she can hold on long enough to meet her grandpups.
