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[TW :: CONTENT DEPICTING ARRANGED MARRIAGE ON YOUNG CHARACTERS. PROCEED WITH DISCRETION]

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Name: Winona (pronounced winn-oh-nuh.)

- Of Dakota roots, meaning "firstborn daughter"

Hummingbird - (alias - if she feels unsafe or doesn't trust an individual, she introduces herself as this name)

- Coined as the Shadow.

Age: Young Adult - (1 year and 6 months)

Gender: Female (AFAB - Cisgender - she/her/hers)

Height: 28"

Weight: 56 lbs. (slightly underweight, but mostly healthy)

Build:

Winona is a small, compact little she-wolf. Her fur often lies in sharp, square patterns, but upholds a plush texture - especially her undercoat. Her ears cast a horn-like silhouette with sharp tufts of fur at the base, offsetting a feminine and doelike face. The fur at her throat and mantle to her chest is the thickest on her body. She also has a habit of walking on the tips of her paw pads - as such, her claws are chipped and blunt, not carrying usual canine sharpness. While her feminine eyes are sharp and angular, they have a tendency to appear a bit... dead, at times.

Territory: Hintertomb

Family: Nightingale (NPC, maternal aunt, unknown whereabouts), Dyani (NPC, maternal grandmother, unknown whereabouts), Hanz (maternal uncle - Nightingale's mate, not biological, unknown whereabouts), Gawain (NPC, father, presumed deceased), Wamlisapa (NPC, mother, unknown whereabouts)

Rank: Ember - potentially aspiring Core

Personality:

NOTE - Winona's traits are developing as she grows!

Perceptive - Winona will take in the big picture of things. She's likely to notice the broader expanse of situations, and pick up on hints that might be too subtle for others to catch onto. Given her distrusting and lonesome lifestyle up until the point of packlife, the shadow was raised to sift through all possible intentions. Thus, her senses are incredibly keen and sharp.

Curious - The world is a large, vast place. At her young age, Winona fully intends to soak up knowledge like a sponge, searching for enrichment and stimulation of her mind. Winona is eager to learn, much like her father - and to grow with the world around her.

Passionate - With the things - and individuals - she holds fondness for, Winona can be surprisingly loving. Her thoughts on such matters are pure and deep, and held with confidence. Nothing can get between such a strong emotion for Winona.

Loyal - Albeit eventual and tricky to earn, Winona is true. If there is a reason for her to bury her heart into something or someone, she will swear to belong to their allegiance until the end of time... Even if morals could be questioned.

Helpful - Once again on debatable terms, this trait is present only if something captures her attention or serves to stimulate her. However, if it does, Winona will gladly pledge her time and undivided assistance until the project at hand is saw through until completion.

Reserved - Naturally, Winona is incredibly selective. Many times, she will come back on her word with a new formulated opinion as she tries to figure things out for herself, and where things mentally lie.

Confident - So far, everything Winona has set her mind to do has worked out for herself... Should she any need to doubt her prowess and capabilities, since things haven't been a complete disaster like some others..?

Precise - Winona is intricate in the web she weaves. The shadow has an eye for detail, and always looks for the magic in a hidden meaning.

Innocent - Her growth and knowledge of the world was cut unexpectedly short at her young age once her mother had abandoned her. Her grandmother's biased beliefs also served her nothing - Winona has a lot left to learn in the world, and while she thinks up many avenues and ideas for intention... Some things go missed, or perceived from a childish standpoint.

Protective - Things held dear to her are more so clutched tight. These things are hers, and hers alone. Winona believes she's already fought too hard in her young life for the simple means of survival, so trinkets, necessities - and sometimes, individuals - are under her possessive grasp. That being said, she will defend and cherish all that becomes of it.
Distrustful - Given the tricky path the stars have laid out for her, Winona struggles with feeling loved. Others always have an ulterior motive, and simply don't do things from what goodness of their hearts behold...

Avoidant - Winona is oftentimes on her lonesome. While this is a trait she is managing to wriggle free from during her time in Hintertomb, she usually still prefers the simplicity of being antisocial to time with others.

Shy - The shadow often finds herself tight-lipped and tongue tied. What to say, and when is the right time..? While mostly sure of herself, awkwardness can linger at the edge of her wary dialect as she grows into herself.

Materialistic - A shiny rock won't talk back. That comfy bedding? So plush, and not wriggly like the body of another. Winona can be a bit indulgent in the form of inanimate pleasures, and likely will take them over the company of another... Unless you're really special.

Argumentative - Why does everyone think they know so much in comparison to her? Just some lousy excuse that they just so happen to be older? Winona will argue someone down, if it means getting her unruly point across. This can land her in quite the hot water.

Moody - One minute, she's fine - dreaming about what tomorrow will bring. The next, she's destructive, irritable and restless. There are far too many things to think about, so many things to feel... So Winona chooses all of them. Everything at once.
Liar - While usually harmless, Winona can go back on her word - and twist them - many times. Often used to her benefit, Winona can spin quite a web for as little as no reason.

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Pre-Group History:

Gawain had been an upstanding and notable member of the Tomb. A renowned and notable Spire whom had often dabbled in the leagues of the Irises to further his research and broaden his knowledge as a whole. This wolf was the definition of what one should be, one who never strayed from the laws and remained dutiful, responsible and vigilant at all times.

It was during one of his voyages that he lost his footing. Tried as he might to be surefooted, the dark wolf fell - fracturing his hind leg as he tumbled down the mountainside, and out of reach from his packmates. As such, he couldn't move - frustrated with himself, he tries to make the climb... But it's futile.

However, his luck hadn't quite ran dry just yet.

A trio of passing loners had spotted him. A mother and her two daughters, not unkind in their exchange, had offered their assistance.

Wamlisapa - one of the daughters - had taken to his company in particular. While all three females had known of herbology and healing techniques, she hadn't been so keen on moving on from this wolf.

During his stay with them, Gawain had realized he'd been developing feelings for the sweet she-wolf who had indulged herself in his charming company. The attraction was mutual, intense - and Wamlisapa had begun to grow obsessed with the Tomb wolf.

While she understood that Gawain would eventually return to his home, Wamlisapa had made it clear that she would not be in tow. The stubborn, set-in-her-ways and aging Dyani had made it clear to her daughters that packs had never been a safe option, and the loner lifestyle was the most free.

However, this didn't diffuse their mutual passion - and though unintentionally, the pair had conceived a litter of one.

When the obvious signs of pregnancy came to light, Gawain had been preparing to return to the Tomb - stable, and able to make the trek up the mountainside from his healing. He promised Wamlisapa that he would return for her and their young - and meant it, but his loyalty to his pack had been just as strong as he was enamored with her.

Confident - and still deeply infatuated with her lover - Wamlisapa sees him off with a smile and tears in her eyes. Nightingale - her sister - had dispersed from the pair, having fallen in love with another loner.

At last, it had just been the heavily pregnant daughter alongside the new grandmother.

When Winona was born in the fall season, however, things began to grow difficult.

Wamlisapa and Dyani weren't good hunters - Nightingale had often served to hunt for them, despite her blindness. She had simply been the more capable, more resilient... But upon her leaving, she hadn't known that her mother and sister would struggle fruitlessly to catch even small meals.

As such, Winona was a runt. And as small and weak as she was, Wamlisapa began to feel very unstable as a parent.

Gawain hadn't returned like he promised as the season changed. The mother had become restless, fearful... He wouldn't lie to her, would he? No, he was true - genuine. He was a mystery in the sense that he'd never revealed much about his home to her, but Wamlisapa believed his promise. He would return to her and her daughter... Right..?

But, no... Nothing. It became to be too much for her. She couldn't take it anymore.

Starving, and mentally unwell, Wamlisapa fled to the wilds, sobbing in the night. Winona would never see her mother again, and was left in the care of her growing feeble grandmother.

Never had it been known to the small family that Gawain had perished in the mountain collapse of his home, only months after settling back in.

At this point in time, Winona had been able to hunt small meals, such as mice or voles - and had only these means to sustain herself. The grandmother-granddaughter duo would travel together, often bantering and irate in their lack of understanding for one another's very different stages of life.

Difficulties persisted.

While little Winona had tried to hunt, the largest meal she could manage to catch for herself and her grandmother had been an old rabbit. Dyani had grown desperate. She was starving - and eventually, the old woman would break.

Without her granddaughter's knowing, she'd journeyed to the nearest pack's doorstep, begging. Pleading for a meal, crying out for the safety shelter. As she was about to be turned away, she then offered her granddaughter to the pack to do as they saw fit - if only in exchange for these simple necessities for living.

This intrigued him - Vilte - the young albino prince who stood proudly at his father's side, shrouded by the warriors that angled before him in defense.

Perhaps it was the fact that he wasn't allowed to interact with other wolves his age. Or perhaps it was her beauty, her radiance as the surprised girl was revealed to him.

Thus, his father made a deal with this pair. Outer blood was needed to prolong the next generations, and as such, he planned for Vilte to take her as his future wife.

And so, Dyani and her granddaughter would merge in with the packwolves of Mottleshire.

Pack life was not fun for Winona. Naturally, she was antisocial with these wolves. She didn't want to be here, but, well... It was nice to sleep safely, and to have a full stomach. Nonetheless, she would not make friends here or adapt to this lifestyle. The little she-wolf could not believe her grandmother would do this to her!

But, things weren't all bad in Mottleshire.

Initially, Vilte had attempted to play the role of the adults. What was he to do, how was he to go about this..? But, upon rejection, he began to change his approach - that, and, he hated seeing Winona so miserable. Perhaps she'd been hard on the prince, as he'd tried his best to appeal to her, engage her interests... Maybe he wasn't so bad, she thought to herself, as she (secretly) began to look forward to his company...

But, before she could figure out her troubling emotions, her time in Mottleshire had been relatively shortlived. Only a few moons had passed, and new figures came into her life; her aunt, Nightingale - and her new mate, Hanz - had come to the rescue.

Dyani had met the pair at the borders - the old wolf had oftentimes strayed out this far from the main camp, so none of the wolves of Mottleshire had suspected anything different.

With the insistence of her daughter and son-in-law, they would escape in the night from Mottleshire. Dyani had an old friend who lie in wait for her some miles off that Hanz and Nightingale would bring her to.

The plan concocted, Winona had lied to her to-be husband that she was to step out to get a drink of water from the nearby stream, a nightly ritual... Vilte would panic only a bit too late.

Winona - and Dyani - were gone in the night. Slipped past the borders with two unconscious guards in the wake of their tracks - snatched up by some loners!

The wolves of Mottleshire were in an uproar, panicking on the behalf of their prince. They saw Winona's stature for what she intended to be - but at this point, Vilte had worried about her wellbeing.
Assuming the worst for his almost-friend - and bethroed - he sets out alone - by his request - for her, with only a crow familiar in tow.

But these wolves - the reunited family - had covered fast, precise ground, aware of the possibility of facing the wrath of an angry pack.

It was decided along the way that the group would all go their separate ways. Dyani to be left in the care of her good friend, Wraith, and Nightingale and Hanz back on their own...

And Winona would be delivered to a place Nightingale was sure she'd be safe.

Hintertomb.

For days, they would search the mountain ranges until they finally found their borders... And by the mention of Gawain's name being tied to the girl, the little she-wolf was accepted into their ranks. In turn, aunt and uncle departed with a nuzzle to their niece, vanishing into the night.

Here, Winona's new life would begin - truly on her own. But here - in Hintertomb - she made a point to better acquaint herself here than she had in Mottleshire.

Yet, she felt so alone. All of the figures in her life were gone... Until, much to her surprise, a certain white youngling shows up on Hintertomb's doorstep - exhausted from his trek.

Group History: N/A

Other:

- Singing voice likeness

- Winona will often find herself following after her packmates, as she is curious to learn about her new home.

- She has learned a fair bit about healing and herbs from her grandmother.
- Winona collects a lot of small things. Whether it be stones, sticks, skulls, she likes to hoard them. She spends a lot of her time admiring her little collection, and will chew semblant shapes into larger branches or pieces of wood.
- Given that she hasn't grown up in Hintertomb, she currently doesn't follow their beliefs - she is secretive about her religious views and stance, however, and will simply tell you that she follows the appropriate customs of the pack. However, this isn't to say she isn't willing to eventually become fully dedicated, as she learns more about her new home...

Description

[TW :: CONTENT DEPICTING ARRANGED MARRIAGE ON YOUNG CHARACTERS. PROCEED WITH DISCRETION]

---

Name: Winona (pronounced winn-oh-nuh.)

- Of Dakota roots, meaning "firstborn daughter"

Hummingbird - (alias - if she feels unsafe or doesn't trust an individual, she introduces herself as this name)

- Coined as the Shadow.

Age: Young Adult - (1 year and 6 months)

Gender: Female (AFAB - Cisgender - she/her/hers)

Height: 28"

Weight: 56 lbs. (slightly underweight, but mostly healthy)

Build:

Winona is a small, compact little she-wolf. Her fur often lies in sharp, square patterns, but upholds a plush texture - especially her undercoat. Her ears cast a horn-like silhouette with sharp tufts of fur at the base, offsetting a feminine and doelike face. The fur at her throat and mantle to her chest is the thickest on her body. She also has a habit of walking on the tips of her paw pads - as such, her claws are chipped and blunt, not carrying usual canine sharpness. While her feminine eyes are sharp and angular, they have a tendency to appear a bit... dead, at times.

Territory: Hintertomb

Family: Nightingale (NPC, maternal aunt, unknown whereabouts), Dyani (NPC, maternal grandmother, unknown whereabouts), Hanz (maternal uncle - Nightingale's mate, not biological, unknown whereabouts), Gawain (NPC, father, presumed deceased), Wamlisapa (NPC, mother, unknown whereabouts)

Rank: Ember - potentially aspiring Core

Personality:

NOTE - Winona's traits are developing as she grows!

Perceptive - Winona will take in the big picture of things. She's likely to notice the broader expanse of situations, and pick up on hints that might be too subtle for others to catch onto. Given her distrusting and lonesome lifestyle up until the point of packlife, the shadow was raised to sift through all possible intentions. Thus, her senses are incredibly keen and sharp.

Curious - The world is a large, vast place. At her young age, Winona fully intends to soak up knowledge like a sponge, searching for enrichment and stimulation of her mind. Winona is eager to learn, much like her father - and to grow with the world around her.

Passionate - With the things - and individuals - she holds fondness for, Winona can be surprisingly loving. Her thoughts on such matters are pure and deep, and held with confidence. Nothing can get between such a strong emotion for Winona.

Loyal - Albeit eventual and tricky to earn, Winona is true. If there is a reason for her to bury her heart into something or someone, she will swear to belong to their allegiance until the end of time... Even if morals could be questioned.

Helpful - Once again on debatable terms, this trait is present only if something captures her attention or serves to stimulate her. However, if it does, Winona will gladly pledge her time and undivided assistance until the project at hand is saw through until completion.

Reserved - Naturally, Winona is incredibly selective. Many times, she will come back on her word with a new formulated opinion as she tries to figure things out for herself, and where things mentally lie.

Confident - So far, everything Winona has set her mind to do has worked out for herself... Should she any need to doubt her prowess and capabilities, since things haven't been a complete disaster like some others..?

Precise - Winona is intricate in the web she weaves. The shadow has an eye for detail, and always looks for the magic in a hidden meaning.

Innocent - Her growth and knowledge of the world was cut unexpectedly short at her young age once her mother had abandoned her. Her grandmother's biased beliefs also served her nothing - Winona has a lot left to learn in the world, and while she thinks up many avenues and ideas for intention... Some things go missed, or perceived from a childish standpoint.

Protective - Things held dear to her are more so clutched tight. These things are hers, and hers alone. Winona believes she's already fought too hard in her young life for the simple means of survival, so trinkets, necessities - and sometimes, individuals - are under her possessive grasp. That being said, she will defend and cherish all that becomes of it.
Distrustful - Given the tricky path the stars have laid out for her, Winona struggles with feeling loved. Others always have an ulterior motive, and simply don't do things from what goodness of their hearts behold...

Avoidant - Winona is oftentimes on her lonesome. While this is a trait she is managing to wriggle free from during her time in Hintertomb, she usually still prefers the simplicity of being antisocial to time with others.

Shy - The shadow often finds herself tight-lipped and tongue tied. What to say, and when is the right time..? While mostly sure of herself, awkwardness can linger at the edge of her wary dialect as she grows into herself.

Materialistic - A shiny rock won't talk back. That comfy bedding? So plush, and not wriggly like the body of another. Winona can be a bit indulgent in the form of inanimate pleasures, and likely will take them over the company of another... Unless you're really special.

Argumentative - Why does everyone think they know so much in comparison to her? Just some lousy excuse that they just so happen to be older? Winona will argue someone down, if it means getting her unruly point across. This can land her in quite the hot water.

Moody - One minute, she's fine - dreaming about what tomorrow will bring. The next, she's destructive, irritable and restless. There are far too many things to think about, so many things to feel... So Winona chooses all of them. Everything at once.
Liar - While usually harmless, Winona can go back on her word - and twist them - many times. Often used to her benefit, Winona can spin quite a web for as little as no reason.

---

Pre-Group History:

Gawain had been an upstanding and notable member of the Tomb. A renowned and notable Spire whom had often dabbled in the leagues of the Irises to further his research and broaden his knowledge as a whole. This wolf was the definition of what one should be, one who never strayed from the laws and remained dutiful, responsible and vigilant at all times.

It was during one of his voyages that he lost his footing. Tried as he might to be surefooted, the dark wolf fell - fracturing his hind leg as he tumbled down the mountainside, and out of reach from his packmates. As such, he couldn't move - frustrated with himself, he tries to make the climb... But it's futile.

However, his luck hadn't quite ran dry just yet.

A trio of passing loners had spotted him. A mother and her two daughters, not unkind in their exchange, had offered their assistance.

Wamlisapa - one of the daughters - had taken to his company in particular. While all three females had known of herbology and healing techniques, she hadn't been so keen on moving on from this wolf.

During his stay with them, Gawain had realized he'd been developing feelings for the sweet she-wolf who had indulged herself in his charming company. The attraction was mutual, intense - and Wamlisapa had begun to grow obsessed with the Tomb wolf.

While she understood that Gawain would eventually return to his home, Wamlisapa had made it clear that she would not be in tow. The stubborn, set-in-her-ways and aging Dyani had made it clear to her daughters that packs had never been a safe option, and the loner lifestyle was the most free.

However, this didn't diffuse their mutual passion - and though unintentionally, the pair had conceived a litter of one.

When the obvious signs of pregnancy came to light, Gawain had been preparing to return to the Tomb - stable, and able to make the trek up the mountainside from his healing. He promised Wamlisapa that he would return for her and their young - and meant it, but his loyalty to his pack had been just as strong as he was enamored with her.

Confident - and still deeply infatuated with her lover - Wamlisapa sees him off with a smile and tears in her eyes. Nightingale - her sister - had dispersed from the pair, having fallen in love with another loner.

At last, it had just been the heavily pregnant daughter alongside the new grandmother.

When Winona was born in the fall season, however, things began to grow difficult.

Wamlisapa and Dyani weren't good hunters - Nightingale had often served to hunt for them, despite her blindness. She had simply been the more capable, more resilient... But upon her leaving, she hadn't known that her mother and sister would struggle fruitlessly to catch even small meals.

As such, Winona was a runt. And as small and weak as she was, Wamlisapa began to feel very unstable as a parent.

Gawain hadn't returned like he promised as the season changed. The mother had become restless, fearful... He wouldn't lie to her, would he? No, he was true - genuine. He was a mystery in the sense that he'd never revealed much about his home to her, but Wamlisapa believed his promise. He would return to her and her daughter... Right..?

But, no... Nothing. It became to be too much for her. She couldn't take it anymore.

Starving, and mentally unwell, Wamlisapa fled to the wilds, sobbing in the night. Winona would never see her mother again, and was left in the care of her growing feeble grandmother.

Never had it been known to the small family that Gawain had perished in the mountain collapse of his home, only months after settling back in.

At this point in time, Winona had been able to hunt small meals, such as mice or voles - and had only these means to sustain herself. The grandmother-granddaughter duo would travel together, often bantering and irate in their lack of understanding for one another's very different stages of life.

Difficulties persisted.

While little Winona had tried to hunt, the largest meal she could manage to catch for herself and her grandmother had been an old rabbit. Dyani had grown desperate. She was starving - and eventually, the old woman would break.

Without her granddaughter's knowing, she'd journeyed to the nearest pack's doorstep, begging. Pleading for a meal, crying out for the safety shelter. As she was about to be turned away, she then offered her granddaughter to the pack to do as they saw fit - if only in exchange for these simple necessities for living.

This intrigued him - Vilte - the young albino prince who stood proudly at his father's side, shrouded by the warriors that angled before him in defense.

Perhaps it was the fact that he wasn't allowed to interact with other wolves his age. Or perhaps it was her beauty, her radiance as the surprised girl was revealed to him.

Thus, his father made a deal with this pair. Outer blood was needed to prolong the next generations, and as such, he planned for Vilte to take her as his future wife.

And so, Dyani and her granddaughter would merge in with the packwolves of Mottleshire.

Pack life was not fun for Winona. Naturally, she was antisocial with these wolves. She didn't want to be here, but, well... It was nice to sleep safely, and to have a full stomach. Nonetheless, she would not make friends here or adapt to this lifestyle. The little she-wolf could not believe her grandmother would do this to her!

But, things weren't all bad in Mottleshire.

Initially, Vilte had attempted to play the role of the adults. What was he to do, how was he to go about this..? But, upon rejection, he began to change his approach - that, and, he hated seeing Winona so miserable. Perhaps she'd been hard on the prince, as he'd tried his best to appeal to her, engage her interests... Maybe he wasn't so bad, she thought to herself, as she (secretly) began to look forward to his company...

But, before she could figure out her troubling emotions, her time in Mottleshire had been relatively shortlived. Only a few moons had passed, and new figures came into her life; her aunt, Nightingale - and her new mate, Hanz - had come to the rescue.

Dyani had met the pair at the borders - the old wolf had oftentimes strayed out this far from the main camp, so none of the wolves of Mottleshire had suspected anything different.

With the insistence of her daughter and son-in-law, they would escape in the night from Mottleshire. Dyani had an old friend who lie in wait for her some miles off that Hanz and Nightingale would bring her to.

The plan concocted, Winona had lied to her to-be husband that she was to step out to get a drink of water from the nearby stream, a nightly ritual... Vilte would panic only a bit too late.

Winona - and Dyani - were gone in the night. Slipped past the borders with two unconscious guards in the wake of their tracks - snatched up by some loners!

The wolves of Mottleshire were in an uproar, panicking on the behalf of their prince. They saw Winona's stature for what she intended to be - but at this point, Vilte had worried about her wellbeing.
Assuming the worst for his almost-friend - and bethroed - he sets out alone - by his request - for her, with only a crow familiar in tow.

But these wolves - the reunited family - had covered fast, precise ground, aware of the possibility of facing the wrath of an angry pack.

It was decided along the way that the group would all go their separate ways. Dyani to be left in the care of her good friend, Wraith, and Nightingale and Hanz back on their own...

And Winona would be delivered to a place Nightingale was sure she'd be safe.

Hintertomb.

For days, they would search the mountain ranges until they finally found their borders... And by the mention of Gawain's name being tied to the girl, the little she-wolf was accepted into their ranks. In turn, aunt and uncle departed with a nuzzle to their niece, vanishing into the night.

Here, Winona's new life would begin - truly on her own. But here - in Hintertomb - she made a point to better acquaint herself here than she had in Mottleshire.

Yet, she felt so alone. All of the figures in her life were gone... Until, much to her surprise, a certain white youngling shows up on Hintertomb's doorstep - exhausted from his trek.

Group History: N/A

Other:

- Singing voice likeness

- Winona will often find herself following after her packmates, as she is curious to learn about her new home.

- She has learned a fair bit about healing and herbs from her grandmother.
- Winona collects a lot of small things. Whether it be stones, sticks, skulls, she likes to hoard them. She spends a lot of her time admiring her little collection, and will chew semblant shapes into larger branches or pieces of wood.
- Given that she hasn't grown up in Hintertomb, she currently doesn't follow their beliefs - she is secretive about her religious views and stance, however, and will simply tell you that she follows the appropriate customs of the pack. However, this isn't to say she isn't willing to eventually become fully dedicated, as she learns more about her new home...