Kalimah was born to a loving and unique pair of toskals. Both of them what you could consider to be 'free spirits.' And the female loved them dearly. She was, admittedly, quite the daddy's girl. Adoring her father a great deal, and amazed by and loving her fathers overgrown teeth. Because of her parents and their kindness, she too grew up to be kind, along with it growing the love of plants and animals, gaining interest in herbal remedies that could help others. 

She was shocked one day when she had wandered away from home to explore, only to return home and find her home torn apart and on fire. Her parents murdered and the scent of burning flesh strong. Devastation and sadness hitting her in a wave. Clinging to her fallen parents and sobbing over them. Eventually taking up her fathers skull, which she now wears in remembrance of him before turning away and leaving the tribe. 

Left on her own two years too young for her official Rite, she felt lost and uncertain. Often clinging to the strangers on their Rite that she passed and other travelers. No one seeming willing to take in a young toskal who was clinging to another toskals skull however until she finally ended at her own age for the Rite. Still it was hard to join up with others. Until she met him. A young male out on their own Rite didn't seem to be squeamish of her skull, or the reason she held it, and let her follow and travel with him. Both of them helping one another. A handsome, mostly kind alpha. 

As time passed, they had begun to feel it. The starting, the stirring of a bond. She thought he would be the one, and so, placing her trust in him, she gave herself to him. Falling asleep feeling comforted, safe, and happy, she had thought she had found her place in the world. 

... And then she woke up. 

The next morning, she found the male, and all of her items gone. Devastated and heartbroken she kept to herself for a great deal of time, not putting much faith in others and preferring to flee rather than being hurt again... and then she felt it. The night had borne fruit, and the female was now with child. Shocked at the fact and fretting about what she would do. 

Eventually, she found an abandoned hut close to a tribe, and took residence in it. Doing what she should to fix it up. One week later, she bore a beautiful, perfect pup that she cherished more than anything. However, the pregnancy had been hard. Difficult, long, painful and terrifying to do on her own. Barely having the strength to do anything for several days. Whatever food she had going to her pup as she went without. 

From then she only increased her knowledge and helped the close by tribe where she could. Even if they were suspicious of her and called her a witch. Still, she refused to let it bring down her spirit or generous heart. Helping with difficult pregnancies of their own so they didn't suffer as she did, and taking care of her beloved pup. 

A couple years after that, she found a small abandoned croc who's voice box was broken. His calls loud and squeaky. Finding the little thing adorable, she brought that home as well. raising it, and from there, the beloved croc she dubbed 'Squeaker' is rarely separated from her. 

She then met her beloved grump of a mate Killian, and has come find herself with zero regrets. Loving her life, and her beloved mate and the work she does. Never letting anyone elses cruelty brighten her own spirit or stopping her from giving kindness in return. She is very proud of her mate Killian and would give her life to keep her beloved bondmate safe and happy. A thing she had never thought she'd have, but so very happy to have found him.