She has dreams so big many believe she'll touch the clouds.
2-0-2 OC

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Inara does not remember much about the world she came from.

Only fragments remain now—salt-heavy winds, pale coastlines, flowers tangled in her fur, and the feeling of constantly being surrounded by wolves who smiled with teeth hidden behind kindness. She had always been far too trusting for her own good. Even as she grew older, Inara remained entirely blind to emotional manipulation and danger directed toward herself. She believed every apology, every excuse, every gentle lie. If someone hurt her, she assumed it was accidental. If someone threatened her, she thought they were joking.

At eight months old, that trust finally caught up to her.

A wolf she considered a friend led her along the cliffs bordering the sea. Inara spent the walk talking happily, never noticing how close they drifted toward the edge. When the shove came, sudden and deliberate, she didn’t even understand what had happened at first. For one horrible moment she simply thought she had lost her footing.

Then she was falling.

The ocean below never reached her.

Somewhere between the cliffside and death itself, the world around her tore apart.

When Inara opened her eyes again, she was no longer where she had been born.

She awoke inside a den deep within Mythris, curled tightly among a litter of sleeping pups she did not recognize. The scent of milk and damp earth filled the air. Rain pattered softly outside. Everything felt strange—too large, too warm, too unfamiliar.

And wrong.

Her body had changed.

Whatever force dragged her into Mythris had also aged her back physically, leaving her no older than two months old once more. Her legs were tiny and unsteady, her fur thick with puppy fluff, her voice soft and high when she finally made a confused noise loud enough to echo softly.

Where was she? Who was this she was laying up against?

She had not been asleep, curled near the edge of the pile half dozing in the way young children did drifting in and out while the sounds of the den washed over her. There were shifting paws and the steady rhythm of tiny bodies pressed together. Where once she had lost everything, overnight she had a family again. The cry brought her rounded ears to lift, and the frightened sound tugged at something within her.

Slowly, Stellara lifted her head and blinked sleep heavy eyes toward the unfamiliar. She spotted the pale pup beside Isabeau and froze for a moment surprised for she was certain she had never seen her before. How strange. Pushing herself upright she made her careful journey across the pile of her new siblings, and unlike her younger sisters determined charge, Stellara moved with the caution of a cat placing each oversized paw with exaggerated concentration until she reached them.

She would lower herself beside them without a word, tucking herself against the other side of the pup she created a clumsy wall of spotted fur as her tail curled around the group. It's ok...mandia already said you can stay judging by the way her sister was slobbering all over their newest denmate, there was no arguing it.

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