Giselle of Ravnafjell

Personality

Relationships

Biography

Giselle came to Ravnafjell from the State of Aggregation pack in the early days of her puppyhood. She was nervous, but her father assured her that she would fit right in with her new pack and get lots of friends.
"Why can't I just stay with you, dad?" she asked as she sat on her mom's back, resting her feat.
"We're too many, sweetheart, we need to send some away to not implode," her mom answered.
"I'd be a good girl, I swear, I'm gonna be a scout!" Her father just shook his head and told her that when the king had spoken there wasn't much else to do but follow.
"How do you even know my new pack?"
"Richard met Azalea, your new leader. She negotiated quite friendly and handsomely with him and she was told that you'd be on your way as soon as you were weaned," her dad said. Her mother didn't say anything but Giselle could see tears streaming from her eyes, melting into her fur, "Ah! I think that's it over there. I surely hope Azalea is ... Oh!" He stuttered out as a light colored wolf jumped down a hill.
"Your errand?" she muttered.
"Delivery, this one, to be precise," her dad said, flicking his tail towards Giselle.
"Sweet! Go right ahead," the female nodded.
"That wasn't a scout, was it?" Giselle's mom asked.
"No, that was a, ehm ... a guard?"
"I'm gonna be a guard!" Giselle proclaimed, jumping down off of her dad's back and strutted her stuff around her parents. "Errand?" she asked her dad seriously with almost no intonation like the female wolf had done. Her parents burst into laughter.
"You'd be a great guard, kiddo. But please, just be yourself. Wow, now look at this!" her dad said impressed. They had just gone into a clearing with a river running through it, wolves everywhere doing various things, and the big mountain, Ravnafjell, in the background. "Man, home is good, but this ..."
"You live here, then, Dad!" Giselle said meekly, looking down, "If you think it's such a fantastic place,"
"We have discussed this enough on this journey. Come on, now," her mom said.
"Can I help you?" a yellow and black wolf lying not too far from them, looking after a few pups.
"We are looking for Azalea," her dad said.
"She's right over there, by the river. looks like Conri is trying to talk her out of something. Good luck to him ... yes, Elias?"
"Umar isn't here anymore," said a little white and black male.
"Oh, that kid, charming as ever but the perfect prankster. Excuse me,"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" came a wildly joyful shriek as someone came jumping from a tall spruce, and landed right on top of her dad's back. Dragging Giselle with him they tumbled down, stopping only a few centimetres shy of the river.
"UMAR!"the pupsitter yelled, carying Elias towards the prankster Umar.
"I couldn't help it, she was so cute! And I was already sitting in the tree," he defended himself.
"Go to Giselle and say sorry," the pupsitter said angrily. Umar waltsed up to Giselle.
"I'm sorry, it was just too tempting. I'm really sorry. Are you ok?" he asked, eyes glittering and his pelt in all kinds of dishevelment.
"I'm fine," she giggled, climbing back up to her dad's back, "I didn't even get a scratch,"
"Cool, neither did I,"
"Look, Umar, that was very dangerous. Please don't do that to Giselle again, ok? I'm sorry, but we gotta go meet Azalea now. You and Giselle can probably play later," her mom said, trying to hide a smile.
"Ok, see ya," Umar said, going back to Elias and their pupsitter.
"Wow, that was one interesting intro," her dad said, chuckling, "Are you really ok, sweetie?"
"Yes, but his head was hard," Giselle said, still giggling.