Iona

Quiet, timid, shy... These are all the things that Iona embodies. She is...terrified, of any wolf that dares to even look at her. Her story is a sad one, starting off on an island far from where she now resides. The pack, after failed hunt time and time again, needed to start thinning their numbers. Iona, being the shy creature she was, was the first to be cast out.  Chased off the cliffs and into the waters below, the wolf swam for dear life to survive. The battle was rough, as the waters threatened to pull her under many times. A streak of red and brown, however, flashed by as she struggled to shore, and the sounds of a loud splash echoed in her ears. Something, or someone, grabbed a hold of her scruff, and dragged her to shore. Here she met Daemeon, the brute taking her in quickly under his wing. She now serves, loyal to the one who saved her, as a hunter for the pack.