Paval watched her Father's slaughter, and that of both her Tribes, the Black Furies, and the Silver Fangs. Though she is very young, she remembers every detail even if she can make little sense of it. Paval is of mixed blood. Because of this, many werewolves looked down upon her, and Vampires scoured the globe trying to kill her. She carries the blood of two of the most powerful Tribes of werewolves on Earth, but not only that; in her veins runs the blood of Vampires, and with it, all of their strengths and none of their weaknesses. She could spawn an entirely new race of Werewolves that could dominate humans and certainly would dominate vampires. She could lead her kin to glory in a furious battle that, with her at the head of it, would surely be won.

If she is allowed to mature.

The vampires are determined not to let this happen. Considered nothing more than a pup by the last surviving werewolves, Paval is both a pariah and potential savior. She is not blamed for the massacre, that rests on the shoulders of all Kindred. Shunned even as she is protected, Paval has endured much for so few years. And much has been laid at her feet. She did not ask for it, she does not want it. Nevertheless, the burden is her own to bear, and like a true werewolf, she will bear it proudly until it either crushes her, or uplifts her.

Her eyes reflect the wealth of sorrow and pain she has endured, the souls of her fallen tribes, and the frustration at such a burden. Her scent, like any werewolves scent, is able to send most Kindred snarling in attack. Enhanced more than five times that, Paval's presence would send most creatures for her jugular. Still, she is a child, and a curious one. Predict trouble ahead.