Modesty

Like a night sky painted with Aurora flames, the dark base coat of the girl is flecked through with spots of white, standing out like stars on a moonless night. A small white blaze passes down between two eyes of blue, a golden ring around each iris setting them apart as if hand-painted by something divine. Purples, pinks and blues run together fluidly, seeming to shift with each movement the woman makes. The waves of colour break into brindle at the edges, much like her mother’s own muted markings, but they stand out starkly against the black of her base coat. Despite her height, the girl is light on her feet, her measurements proportional, much like her father before her, she moves with a dancer's grace.

Modesty has translucent defensive quills in the thick fur around her neck and shoulders, they become more sparse along her topline, stopping just shy of halfway down her back. Atop her head, a pair of bone white muntjac antlers sprout from the dark fur of her crown, right between a pair of tufted caracal ears.

After an unfortunate season with no fur at all, her coat grew back exceptionally long. She takes a great deal of pride in her appearance, and will often be visibly displeased if a single strand of fur is out of place.

Modesty has grown into a formidable presence, now standing at the head of her own pack. Her once subtle cunning has been sharpened into a blade of selfish ambition, no longer content to quietly maneuver behind the scenes. She is deeply driven by a possessive fervor for her own interests and those of her offspring.

Stubbornness courses through her veins like a raging river, refusing to yield even in the face of adversity. Her pride, once a beacon of honesty, has twisted into a shield of arrogance, deflecting any criticism or doubt that may threaten her carefully crafted facade.

Gone are the days of championing causes with subtle manipulation; now, Modesty bulldozes her way through obstacles, trampling anyone who dares to stand in her path. She clings fiercely to what she perceives as rightfully hers, unwilling to share or compromise, her possessiveness a reflection of the pain of past loss.

Protectiveness has morphed into a ferocious instinct, her maternal bond forged in the fires of grief. The memory of her lost child, Jet, fuels a relentless drive to shield her remaining progeny from harm, even at the expense of others. Loyalty, once freely given to those deemed worthy, has become a commodity to be traded for power and influence.

Modesty is a wolf heedless of the collateral damage left in her wake.