[Sonne]

Sonne is a wolf built on family, and traditions. Her world was a prize full as she grew up when she was a pup, being told wonderous tales by the older members of her birth pack. Always remembering laying nestled within their paws as some old story filled her ears. No matter how out of the world and impossible it seemed, Sonne always believed every word. Hung on each note that the fantastical and wonderful existed.

But, none of that made her uneducated. As much as she adored the enchanting stories of wonder, she had to do just as much and more of tales of danger and loss. Often, one another came together. The world of fantasy seemed to most commonly intertwine with theirs when something terrible happened. When a mother lost their pup only days after it was born, when a beloved mate suffered a terrible death.

Sonne knew the price of life, and it was always being on the cusp of danger and terror. She found it exilerating, at times. Especially when in combat with others, using her brute strength against them to defend what was hers.



She did not stay with her birth family for long, seeking something more from the world. Looking for her own fairy-tale, of sorts. Though she knew it wasn't to come easy. So she settled on a smaller, more realistic dream. To make her own family, even if it was not biological. It came up when she met a terror-filled dame who could only flee from an opponent who chased her from her own home. Sonne came to her aid, brute-forcing the beast away and biting some sense into it. Begleiterin would become the first member of this, and the first wolf to settle beside her and become family. Her scout.

More soon came, though it started small. Sonne was one to take in any, and defend them with every ounce of her blood. Most especially when they couldn't defend themselves. She was one to brawl other beasts over small events, no matter how many times Staub had to patch her up with a disapproving look paired with a disgruntled sigh.


She had a family, and one she had built from her own paws.

But her true family came in the form of a nurturing wolf who appeared at their den one morning, paws full with a pair of pups who seemed to pull at his pelt and pick at him, not understanding the possible irritation of it. Their meddling never tipping him over, or letting it bother him. Never letting it infuriate him to the point of snapping at the young ones. His name had been Morgen, though timid despite his seemingly vulgar disposition, he was a very paternal figure. The pair he came with were young ones from their previous pack, not of his own blood, but his family nonetheless. Schatten and Gefroren, a simple pair of rowdy pups. Morgen was gruff, and scruffy. A foul-tongue that seemed to let loose any thought in his head, but hesitant towards true conflict, no matter how many times he described how he brawled with a bear. (It would never be forgotten how he shook and nearly cried the second he saw Lillemor, and often provokes mocking whenever he states that he is brave.) He joined them without much convincing needed to Sonne, and she was convinced then, perhaps fairytales are not far off. He took the role of pupsitter, having been it in the previous pack before their need to leave. Though, never clarified what they had to leave from.

It was clear by the way they always spent time together, one always trailing behind the others heels, and the adoration that they held in their eyes. Of course, they were subjected to mocking because of it. But neither necessarily minded, only playing it off with an annoyed laugh, or Morgen threatening to pummel them (Only to flee if they actually tried to take him up on it.) in an aggravated tone. And with her family growing every now and then, she was satisfied.