⏤͟͟͞͞𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓾𝓼⏤͟͟͞͞

Maleficus. Meaning witch.

Mal was born into a litter of 5 to an herbalist. From the wound her mother knew she was special. The mother, strange age of 7 years and not once did her pups make it past the age of 2 full moons. But mal did. Little by little all her littermates died off. But mal grew larger, stronger. Rumors has it the mother preformed herbs on mal to keep her alive. Darkening her fur. The day mal finally opened her eyes. The mother was shook. She has the hues of a serpent. Pelt of an bear. But the spirit of a wolf. She was a blessing indeed. The mother knew Mal wouldn't be excepted into her pack. So she hid her. Lying to anywolf who asked about her litter claiming they were all gone. Until the day she died. Her pup remained hidden from the world. The day of her death. Mal now 11 months of age, she'd approach her grave. The pack gasping and glaring at the strange she. She'd bow her head before her mother, thanking her for her support and caring for her to this point. She'd then turn to face the pack, the alpha glaring at her with fear. He'd grow, in a high pitched voice.. ' ' Who are you.' '
The she would curl her muzzle back into a grin. Her serpent like hues glitzing. ' ' Maleficus…' ' the elders eyes would widen. ' ' Witch..' ' they'd whisper among themselves. Mal would enjoy their fear as they'd watch her. Turning she'd leave the territory. All her memories, and youth behind. Only bringing with her the amulet of her mother. Time went by as her first brithday came along, running into the Pack of the MoonHowlers, she'd befriend the heir, securing her spot as the herbalist. And future beta of the pack.