Firas

Firas was born into the Willow of Winter pack, but she did not stay there for long. Her mother, Amber, was quite old when she had Firas and her siblings. Even when she had help to take care of them, it took its toll on her health. She passed away and Firas was left with a father that didn’t even care for her. Firas was the runt of the litter, and her siblings always outshined her in play time. She had an excellent mind and never made the same mistake twice. But improv was never her strong suit which was needed much in battle. Not to mention her physical abilities weren’t exactly top notch either. 

So, as like a ghost, she became more and more distant from the pack she would’ve called a family. There was a neighboring pack, November, that she felt more inclined to join. To get away from everything that had happened in Willow of Winter. 

So one day, she left. As if anyone at that point would notice. Even so in the November pack, she had trouble making friends. She was an official outcast. Not only did people not see her, there was also underlying resentment. Worn already at such a young age, she was unsure of what to do with her situation. 

Firas got the scent of another adolescent close to her age. Through her loneliness, she became desperate and followed it. This led her straight to the den of Valinor pack where she now resides. She enjoys sitting quietly with Edan, finally having a friend to spend time with. She is sure that this time, Valinor pack is her home.