Sickly from the start, Saviin was the youngest of two siblings. Born mid spring, Dalmar and Saviin’ka were destined to live simple lives in the united. The two played games, they hunted crickets, they even dared each other to jump into the river when their parents weren’t watching too closely.
Life in the United pack was idyllic and stress free. It was so stress free to the point where Saviin had trouble understanding the importance of sparring or learning how to hunt. Truth be told, Saviin was a creature with her head in the clouds, further exacerbated by the stories Mother would tell them before being tucked away into their nest.
And with that, the fantastical side of her mind was born.
Only the rise of Malaysia was able to cause a rift in their family. Often one for fairytales, Unathi was always one to believe in the supernatural and as such, quickly fell into the red wolf’s tales of grandeur and godhood. However, Malcor was quite the opposite.
The separation of Malcor and Unathi was bitter and straining on the children, and in the fight over who Saviin and Dalmar would stay with, the younger child’s health worsened. Life was spent in and out of the herbalists’ dens from then on, Malcor and Dalmar taking their leave from Unathi in the meantime. She only wished to hear the stories once more.
When man came to shore, Saviin was sure that Unathi could be seen rushing the beach with Malaysia and her band of Kol. How did her family fall apart? She was so sure that everything was perfect. The brown-eyed wolf could only turn her head away in shame, unable to watch any longer. Though, the screams of man would ring in her ears for days to come.
The United was no more from there, it was Kol and Tundes now. Everything seemed to just… move so fast, and Saviin only looked around in confusion. Wolves took up trade with more fervor, friends moved up in rank and found higher purposes, yet… where did that leave her?
It wasn’t until one day she met him. A tall Einar by the name of Hadrian. It was the little things that drew her to him. The way he would check in on her during his patrol, the way he sought her out to share a meal. Slowly, but surely, she fell in love with him.
Or perhaps it was the idea of him that Saviin’ka was enamoured with. There were secrets that she wasn’t aware of, and it seemed, under the guise of good intentions, the rest of Tundes were not aware of either. She only found out when, already carrying his children, that she had been a mere affair. He said it was his fault, it was in bad taste - a mistake.
Saviin saw it as a slap to the face, and slunk away to raise her child in darkness alone.
When her son was born, part of her heart wilted. She couldn’t hide his appearance from the rest of the south. Worse yet, she came back to the near cold body of her first son after burying the second. Part of Saviin wished to reach back out to her father and Dalmar, but every attempt to do so left her running back to her den in shame and fear.
Hadrian started coming around again when he found out about his son. She thought that perhaps, they could turn a new leaf in their relationship, but every glance her way was strange. Hadrian had looked at her with eyes full of… pity. Did he look at her like that before? Had he always looked at her like that and she didn’t realize it? She felt sick to her stomach, opting to hide in the Herbalists’ dens in the morning while telling Civa that his father would pick him up shortly.
It was incredibly lonely by herself.
And that loneliness would only be further cemented when Hadrian approached her one day. She had dreaded this moment from the very beginning. He wanted to take her son away after all. Her mind raced back to the juvenile that laid sleeping at the Herbalists’, healing the wound he had sustained in supposedly a skirmish for her honour.
"He would have a better future with me, Savvy."
Don’t call me that. I’m not your Savvy anymore. Don’t… don’t take him away.
"You’re only holding him back, you know that."
He’s the only one I have left.
She couldn’t say anything to him then, only mumbling that she wanted to be alone and that she didn’t want to see him anymore. Fear gripped her heart at the thought of Civa truly leaving her for his father.
The brown-eyed wolf had been so caught up with her dwindling relationships, it came as a shock when one of her son’s friends discovered their late Alpha floating in the Melusine. Tundes was a cesspool of uncertainty then, and Hadrian was quick to convince Civa to come with him and his family.
But Saviin was surprised when her son had quickly returned after setting off with Hadrian one day. His fur was ruffled and his ears flat against his head. It had been her turn to soothe him, and she furrowed her brows when he claimed that he hated his father now.
She was concerned, but there were more pressing matters at the moment. The brown-eyed wolf and her son opted to follow Lennart and his band to the East. She had never been to the shore before, and quite frankly, Saviin’ka was eager to shed her past self and start anew.
