“And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.”
– Virginia Woolf
Born from autumn itself, she contains beautiful shades of reds on her overcoat, but tucked neatly with snow-white underbelly and limbs, and to her face is a splatter of red freckles around her forest-mint eyes. She is an unusual sight in the wild, being a wolfdog that contains Silken Windhound and Belgian Tervuren, but gray wolf from the mother that abandoned her. Average in wolf, but prolonged in snout and limbs. Autumn is her lifeline, and despite how unusual she is, she overall has a happy demeanor.