She was a normal wolfess of sorts- doing normal wolf things; hunting, dening, tending to her fathers grave...well frankly the last took up most of the brown patterned wolfs life. Silent from birth it had been her responibility to take care of her father. Nobody asked her to do it- nor was she obligated; but something inside of her pittied the poor old alpha male- and so when all of her siblings left the pack with her arrogant mother, she was the only one that stayed.
Again she had the option to leave over and over. Then when her brother presented himself in his odd disorder she again had ample opertunity to sever the ties. Though even after his murder and after she had cleaned up the last of the insanity that seamed to drift around him- she still couldn't seam to part herself from his side. Loyal daughter? Or prehaps the insanity that lingered about Diego's parted family. Chip had it far as she knew, and her murderous; even by accident- brother Mistyk had it.
Prehaps that was why she never attempted to speak, even though her lungs had grown where they had lacked as a puppy- she just felt she needed to belong to something. That if she spoke the last of her father, her mother, her siblings, and the rest of her pack would be gone; and that she once again would be alone.
She sighed with these thoughts and dropped another dying dandilion onto the neat pile of rocks before her. What was a poor mute girl to do?
