The forest wasn’t just a sanctuary for our pack; it was my personal haven, a place where every leaf, every whisper of the wind, inspired a surge of creativity within me. My name is Skyla, and from a young age, I found solace and expression in the world of art. While my pack trained for strength and strategy, I found myself compelled to capture the beauty of our natural surroundings in sketches, paintings, and carvings.
My mother, Liora, was the first to recognize my artistic inclinations. Perhaps it was because she herself was a healer, someone who saw the world through a lens of care and connection. She would often find me sitting at the edge of the forest, a smooth stone in one hand and a piece of charcoal in the other, lost in the intricacies of creating images from the world around me
