Born under unfortunate circumstances, she's got a lot of life under her belt and a whole lot more to live, unless she can help it. The Reaper has been her dance partner for many a year and she revels in it.
She grew up on the run and was swiftly adopted into a cult-pack led by two pristine white twins who called themselves gods, even as they shot out their inbred spawn and abandoned them all for the mists. She fled with her husband and daughter, but only after smothering her runt son, believing him too weak to survive the world they were to be spat out into.
She lived in a swamp for a short while with her family, during which they had to send their surviving daughter away with other pups from the pack to protect them. The children were swiftly forgotten as they fled the burning pack lands, destroyed by a war they had no part in.
Arrogant, she paired with a mutant wolf who had been a slave in the cult. She faked her death, ripping her tail off and leaving it in crocodile-infested waters for her husband and their young children to find, all the while she fled joyously with her new beau.
That joy was not meant to last. Chased by her new lover's relative, they fled onto a land governed by mutants of the same breed as her new mate. They captured her and claimed her new mate was a traitor, imprisoning him also. She grew a litter of pups there and watched with cold eyes as the mate died. Once her pups were born, she fled into the swamps, ridding herself of her old name and being granted a new one by her captor: Andraste, a warrior goddess.
She survived the swamps and made a bed with another male, who brought her into the path of a cannibal. She and he roamed for many moons before he, too vanished. She went out in search of answers, finding those of her lineage and learning of her family line's true heritage: War.
And then she woke, all memories crystal clear.