the last wolf of Alba. the forests her people had taken care of since time immemorial had burned, and the community slaughtered or starved. she could not hide forever - eventually, they found her. her hide was dumped into the ocean; a final insult to her resilience.

but her soul refused to die. the stars wept for her, and carried her to a distant shore at the mouth of a river. a shapeshifting star spirit from this region of the sky breathed life into her fur, joining with her soul and hide and assuming her form. to stabilize this body, a button was shaped from abalone and placed on her chest. her flesh shimmers with the colours of abalone, exposed on her chest as scar tissue from the process of resurrection. the star spirit had finally fulfilled her call as a Cerberus - a being that is called to protect a charge against all odds: the wolf hide, and the memories it carried of the old forests and the wolves of Alba.

now, she is a fògarrach hiding in the fog - a fugitive. driven from Alba, she follows the Aurora and dwells in the foggy places of the north, particularly her home of Laxyuubm Ts'msyen.

...she's not too serious though. she loves cola slushies, coffee, boba, soups and stews, sushi, and video games :)

✦ note: she is disabled, and unless walking quadruped uses mobility aids! she switches between cane, walker, and power chair depending on where she is and how long she plans to be upright. walking bipedally after a lifetime of being on all fours is hard, and being brought back from the dead means that your whole body down to the connective tissues is all sorts of messed up, as it turns out!