Sallow was always an adventurous jader. She was the quickest of her littermates, the only one able to avoid being sat on by her mother Willow (most of the time at least). She was always curious and getting up to mischief, much like Willow herself. Sallow preferred the attentions of her mother Penny though, who was always a lot more patient then the other two with her.

As a young adult Sallow found herself being trained as a hunter, out in the backwoods of Eldemore, and far from her family. She was quite good at it, and like most jaders relished the fun of the track, chase, and catch. She was the pick of her huntmaster's three-jader pack - her strength, size and intelligence more then making up for her inexperience. That was made up for by the old jader who mentored her. It was hoped by her master that she would whelp many great hunting pups, and he scheduled a romantic meeting for her with the jader of another hunting party. There may or may not have been spaghetti involved, which may or may not have backfired. Needless to say, it did not go very well. Sallow wanted none of it. She got it in her head that this whole charade was because she was a good hunter, and so Sallow decided she would be a bad hunter, and thus throw the amorous suitors off by botching the next hunt. So the next morning when the two packs went chillawing hunting, Sallow ran off, abandoning her track. But as fate would have it, Sallow stumbled upon an wild dire in her attempt to throw the hunt. Sallow, being Sallow threw herself at the beast. The others soon arrived and it turned into a predictable bloodbath.

Between the six jaders and their huntmasters the dire was driven off, but not before dealing a good deal of damage. Sallow was knocked off a ridge and fell into a ditch in the fight. When she finally dragged herself out, beaten and bloodied, she found they had all run off without her, and left the poor old jader, her mentor behind. Sallow was somewhat annoyed that they would run off like that, but her mentor remained cheery, and the two battered jaders started to make their way, slowly, home. Unfortunately, after three days of being lost, the old jader's wounds proved too much. He found a nice patch of grass to lay down in, and there left his old bones behind.

Finding herself alone, Sallow decided to retire from hunting and now leads the life of a vagabond, much like her mother Willow. Her mentor's death left her feeling somewhat guilty and embittered. But she soon found a new pack to replace her old one, though a rather unconventional one. She has adopted a herd of wild elkrin who've figured out that keeping a jader who doesn't hunt around is a pretty good idea. She really enjoys spending time with her elkrin friends, playing with the fawns, rolling in the grass while they eat, and chasing off any who wander too close. She's become something of their protector, warding off any hunters or other jaders or dire who would wander too close. She's a lazy being at heart though, and loves nothing more then to waste the hours away rolling in the grass and stuffing herself full of whatever she can get. She lives off whatever she can steal or beg from the local hunters, and travelers; vowing to never lift a paw to hunt another chillawing or jackalope again. Or work at all for that matter. Work is for suckers. Other huntmasters have tried to catch her, but she whisks away with the speed of an elkrin. She roams the mountains and hills now, living a life of luxurious laziness and roaming where ever the whim takes her with her little elkrin pack.