Fae

Some think she might be a witch

If it hadn't been for her adoptive mother Fae wouldn't be alive today. Born hairless she had been abandoned at the edge of a swamp, clinging to a tree for her dear life. Her wimpering had attracted her adoptive mother, who was mourning the loss of her own pup and just so happened to be gathering herbs. That mourning toskal turned out to be a shaman of the Carcass tribe and pained by the empty feeling in her chest, she took the odd pup in and raised her as her own in her jungle tribe.

Her mother helped her out with everything. Taught her everything she knew starting with the basics. Since little Fae was born hairless the environment around her was a lot more hazardous to her. As the pup grew older she had to be taught how to protect her skin from sun and bugs, so her mother taught her how to craft and how to use tools. She would also be taught about the jungle by herself through a worn leather journal her mother always carried around, it took a lot of time and effort but eventually Fae started to get a grasp of things and once she did she started asking more and more questions, she was a curious soul and when her curiosity wasn't satisfied souly by her mother anymore, she learned from others in the tribe, watching them... studying them. She learned