Sorrel

Most wolves, funnily enough, don't actually know that Sorrel is Aspen's daughter. Everyone knows about Brook and Russet, of course --the handsome but hotheaded golden boy and his sweet, awkward younger brother, always half a pawstep behind his herbalist boyfriend. Sorrel doesn't really mind --her father isn't Elm; she's only technically Brook and Russet's half-sister. Her own father was a stud from another pack, a one-night stand because Aspen was willing to have another litter in the hopes of having piebald pups --and what do you know, it worked.
Sorrel grew up raised by pupsitters like most of the younger wolves in the pack; Aspen visited maybe once or twice, and was never very close with Sorrel. Elm was better, actually, despite not being her biological father --he spent time with her when she was young, playing games and telling silly stories when he came around the nursery, which was often, despite the duties she knew he had.
Now that she's older, she considers herself a relatively normal wolf; the pups adore her when she comes around their den --and habit she picked up from Elm-- because, it turns out, she can also tell quite the wild stories. She's decent friends with her assigned mate, Jasper; he likes her stories, too, and they often go out on wild half-made-up adventures together deep into the woods. Sorrel rather loves life, and she hopes --believes, if she's honest, how could it not-- that everything will work out.