IronProwl

Adoptive daughter of StoneStep

31/3/24
The pack was hit hard with the passing of Mossa, a wolf that IronProwl knew her mother cherished. IronProwl kept company with her mother and grieved heavily for she really enjoyed Mossa. A shifting was heard and Iron looked over; StoneStep took off her lunar body wraps.

"IronProwl'! You listen now very closely little one," The grey shewolf addressed her daughter very sassily and with quite some spunk. "As with all wolves, we must someday return to dust as what we came from to bring the generation of new life."

Blue lunar strings were wrapped around the small frame of IronProwl. When StoneStep was done properly arranging them upon her adoptive daughter and found that it was good, she sighed with content. Although not bound by blood, she would forever see IronProwl as nothing but her own blood. She was the perfect daughter and nothing could replace such a soul.

"You have been blessed by the lunar dreams of wolves and beings that dance along in its light for all of time, until you return to see me when I'm gone," A sad face graced StoneStep's features.

"Well you better not rush that though! I don't want to see you early," the bossy old she-wolf remarked with a snap

IronProwl felt tears welling up, she didn't want this to happen. This was the only mother she ever had known, and now it felt like her world was crumbling down.

3/4/2024
The day that IronProwl dreaded the most had arrived. This morning she had approached her mother and found that she would not wake up. StoneStep had passed in her sleep, leaving the wolf in shock and distraught. She was now an adolescent but she knew she would still miss her mother more than anything in the world.

16/4/2024
IronProwl had grown up into a fine young wolf. Something however was very odd of her… she grew a large white mane that she sported with embarrassment. Many of the wolves in her pack were stunned by the large mane on the wolf and found it quite interesting and unnatural.