Few Mammals anywhere are aware - and
as loyal to - their group as the wolf. Unlike
coyotes and foxes, the wolf usually exists for
its pack. Their identity begins and ends as part
of a cohesive, eight to, fifteen-member pack. The
hierarchy of the pack is known to all and reinforced
by favors, rituals, nips, and fights.
I was born raised and bitten in Arizona caught by the age old trap women have fallen into for centuries wanting love so badly I thought I had found it. Oh, course it quickly turned into a nightmare so I ran. To the one pack I knew the Ulfric of my pack feared, a pack led by a female Ulfric the Pacco di Oceano in Maui. That is where I discovered what pack and family really meant, and where I discovered true love with my real mate our Ulfric Aislinn. I started out as her Asgard, advisor but now I am her Lupa.
I consider myself extremely lucky that I joined the pack just as Amilia the pack's Geri was ready to take her first Minion. Amilia is a master any wolf would be proud to claim. Loving, patient, and strong a master to be proud of and trust.
I have one minion my sweet puppy Ami who is now our pack's Asgard. I found her instead of biting her but I couldn't love her more if she was my own child.
Then oh, course theres Belle. Bolverk of the pack. A friend to depend on, trust and occasionally get in trouble with.
