Her limbs are short and petite, large at the shoulder and socket but very slender to meet her delicate-looking paws. Although her bottom seems to be mismatched with her top, she holds herself sturdy no matter what. Perhaps it is her paws that tend to constantly flex and create the perfect base, or that she is just naturally balanced, whatever it is it seems to work for her large build. Above, she carries useless weight, making her haunches and gut larger than what they really are. Being overweight is due to her duties as a pup sitter, as while she was called to regurgitate for the younglings and couldn’t help but help herself to a grand meal when it was convenient.

Even though the amount of useless mass is great, this female does hold a fine layer of muscle. Most of this sinew can be found in her shoulders and back, allowing her ‘slaps’ to hold a lot of pressure and her movements to be full of force.

When you look to her face you are greeted with a stout muzzle. Her nose is a deep chocolate hue, not exactly brown and the facial fur around her eyes is a sandy gold. The color of her eyes is a hazel brown that intensifies in any ray of light. Upon her cranium ebony is sprinkled with a bit of a soft auburn that also encircles the rims of her ears. The rest of her coat consists of a very pretty range of gray, soft brown and deeper chocolate hues upon her back. During the winter season her coat deepens and at times she may appeared phased almost ebony.

Personality.
Firstly, this female is anything but the normal type of beastess. Yes, of course, one of her ambitions in life is to help those in need, both young and old alike. Whether they are mere children, babies even, or if they are a single year older than her or perhaps awaiting the reaper of death. At times she would swear she feels obligated, on a good day, but when she is not feeling entirely herself she will wish this type of burden away. Bithy is a female who is motherly yet a beast who 'acts her age'.. Most of the time.

When you are first met with this beast it is her eerily calm presence and soft spoken tones that may chill you to the bone. She has been mistaken for an elder on many occasions, only for wolves to find that she is a wolf yet to reach her prime. Her ideals are first noticed when you first make her acquaintence, she expects what she offers. Whether she shows you respect or offers words of polite manner and no sense of threat, she typicall follows the saying 'You give what you get'.

Yes, because of her duties of pup sitter she is very motherly and patient. She would rather wait and hear an explanation rather than rush into things and throw her weight around. She is very caring, at times she may even feel obligated to assist any beast in need, especially those injured or in some sort of distress due to pain. Hearing cries of pain merely call out to the herbalist within her, as she aided many wolves with wounds that were pushing them to the brink of death. Other than feeling a bit of a female drowned with motherly instinct or a beast with the intentions of helping those in need, she is a female of her own desires and feelings.

During her second year of life she became a bit of a harlot, finding bliss in the touch of a brute. Of course, her voluptuous beauty must have had some thing to do with those who accepted her and those who would sneer at her. No matter how easy it was, and still is, to give a simple toss of her crania to those who giggle at her and mock her, she finds her way to shrug off any teasing of sorts. Should a wolf speak of her behind her haunches obviously she fairly important. *Wink.* At times she may appear to be a bit of a push over which is only due to her being unable to find her own voice. As a youngling and a young beauty she had little say in the events in her life, as she belonged to the pack and was not her own person. However, many will see a change in this female as time goes on.

Generally, Bilithe is a happy, go-with-the-flow kind of female, soft spoken, respectful and very gentle. She will go out of her way to make others comfortable, whether she must explain things of the unknown or if she must accompany them on a trudge.

Lineage.

Mother: Evelyn Beuvae

Father: Bertrand Beuvae

Father Figure: Fineus Milhorc

Siblings: Bilithe has two brothers that she knows of but she does not have knowledge of their names. Perhaps one day she will meet at least one of these brutes who share her lineage.

Lover/ Mate: No male has held her as of late.

Children: One day she will bring life into this world, once a suitable male has captured her breath and heart. As of yet, she has no babies.


Biography.
Spring was the perfect time for birthing and Evelyn thanked the Earth for selecting such a wonderful time for her to go into labor. Upon that eve’ the four year old gave birth to a litter of five, one of the largest she had heard of, let alone had. There were two males and three females, at the beginning of that evening. When it came to slumber after the long hours of bringing life into this wondrous world, the cries of two females went unheard, even with many of the pack mates settled just beyond the den entrance. Waking with a full heart, almost bursting at the seams, to shower her children with love, the female was disheartened and fell into a great depression almost immediately after finding the bodies against the den wall.

The Alpha, deemed Fineus, concluded that Evelyn was unfit to raise these new additions due to the illness she had acquired, from lying amongst death. These pups now belongs to the pack, seeing as it was unacceptable for a male to raise his children alone. Although Bertrand was horrified he decided that Fineus knew best and that he could not turn a blind eye to Evelyn’s state of mind. She went mad shortly after the King sent the head pup sitter to retrieve the younglings that were left, which were two males and one female.

For the moment, Fineus decided to leave the naming of these children up to Bertrand. The wise beast decided he would allow these pups to know who their father was but it was up to him to decide if he wished for them to have knowledge of their crazed mother. But when Bertrand was sent on a mission to a neighboring pack and did not return, Fineus named them. The female, Bilithe, was the only youngling to stay within her home pack, as her brothers were sent to the pack of their allies. There they were to serve under the old King, to train with his warriors and be yet another thread in which held the packs together.

Bilithe was raised alongside the King’s own younglings, Virtue and Ebinsae. They were, oddly enough, the same age, merely born a week before Bilithe entered the already cruel world. The days of which she were young are a mere blur, aside from the nights. Oh those lonely nights. Of course she was raised alongside the Prince and Princess but this did not mean she slept within their chambers or was allowed to snuggle up to the Alphess’s undercarriage. During the days she was a pup of the pack, everyone was family; when it came time for her to sleep and eat, she was a child of the pup sitters, their responsibility .

As the young wolfess grew she became a close companion with the elder Ferris Oaflis, the head pup sitter and herbalist of the pack. Bilithe fled the presence of the Prince and Princess at around seven months old, and began accompanying Ferris as she set out on two day trips in search of herbs beyond their territory. She became quite skilled in the art of healing, knowing exactly which bark to give to relieve a tooth ache or to aid the healing process of a wound. She knew of which flowers and herbs to help reduce the bleeding of a wound. And, she was proud of all of her knowledge, all of which she learned by the age of a year and five months.

All the while she spent learning the ways of healing and the differences of each plant or flower, Bilithe also assisted in rearing the pups of the pack. Perhaps it is due to her own lack of her biological mother and lack of a father figure, that she adores helping raise those younglings, but no matter what it was she aided them. It was a very emotional process, each time she would grow close to the young pups and have to see them go, even if it was merely back to their own parents. No matter how heart achingly painful to see them go, Bilithe decided it was for the greater good, which is what most things were. So, she decided, she would one day have her own children to rear. For now, however, she would assist the up bring of others.

As she reached her third year, Bilithe had already had a few offers of mate ship and even allowed some to hold her. However, no brute seems to spark her interest truly which is why she still lay pupless.. The first moon of her third year, the fem’s home pack was raided and most were slaughtered, including the Alpha pair and dear old Ferris. As this devastating ordeal took place, Bilithe knew she must take her leave if she wished to continue living and strive in assisting the lives of others.

Depression was tugging at the female’s tail as she left the territory that she had called her home for so long. She trekked for many weeks, perhaps almost two moons, before she caught word of a land called Torva. Within the beauty and safety of the realm, she found herself in the ranks of a hidden tribe, The Avani. However, within a matter of months of pledging her allegiance, the call of internal desires beckoned her away. Without a single word to Orion, His Majesty, she left.

For lack of a better way to say it, Bilithe did not find love. She did not bring life into this world. She merely met Demi, a gossip hound of a forested region far East of Torva. Three seasons they stuck together, finding in each other an oddity of companionship. Whilst traveling, Demi would often approach wolves claiming to have news of both near and distant lands. With no use of others who did not fit her needs of a brutish man who could not fulfill her desires, she refrained from approaching with her dear friend.

But it was within the Autumn season that Bilithe returned to Torva, hoping to see for herself the destruction she had heard so much of.

Mother: Evelyn Milhorc

Father: Bertrand Einlouse

Siblings: She knows of two brothers but they go unnamed for the King of her old home decided it was useless for her to know as she would never see them again.