Biography
I walk through the cold woods with my sister her fur brown my fur glowing our mother died leaving us alone she named me after an olden tale,
my fur glows white and blue in the moon's light,
as we wander I hear my sister muttering she could talk to the dead.
Our mother saw that in her when she was born, an ability unlike anything,
it was her that help us find a new home as a ghost lead us to a pack where they took us in.
Breeding Info
N/A
| Personality
Kind to all very loving
Preferences
Crush:
Mate:
Sexuality:
family: Hecate(sister)
Special Skills
Light
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Winter 
Night Weather: 
