Appearance

Taller and leaner than the average wolf. Some might suspect Nefertari to be emaciated. Instead, she is pretty athletic for her mix of species. She is fast in a fight, making up for her lack of damage with quick attacks and dodges.

Smell like wild strawberries which are her secret favorite food.

History

Nefertari was, unfortunately, born in the midst of a famine. For as long as she can remember, she has starved. What came along with that was hating her ‘imbecile’ parents who decided to have a litter during a drought. She detested her parents and their decision but was forced to rely on them to survive. Her birth pack was small and bonds quickly fell apart as the prey dwindled. Some wolves even devolved into cannibalism, although usually only eating those who had died from starvation. What’s worse, they couldn’t leave. On one side were mountains that nearly touched the sky with a ravenous pack of wolves in it. On every other side were hyenas, lions, and other predators that wouldn’t allow them to move into their territory.

Surrounded by this horror and death, Nefertari was forced to hunt and scavenge for every meal at a young age. She even competed with her own parents for food. She learned what plants and seeds were edible and what weren’t. She learned how to hunt small animals in their burrows. She learned too much for a young wolf to know. At one point, she even tried to offer herself to the wolves of the mountains as a concubine or mate. But they took one look at the skinny youngling and turned her away.

The rains came when she was two and lush grass like she had never seen filled the valley she lived in. Herbivores returned. Life was good for many, but not for many of the wolves. Too much had been done and seen, and no one could trust anyone. So when Nefertari was thrust into a different land, her wings ripped from her, it was almost a blessing in disguise.