Sakuha

Sakuha was never one for the singalongs. In The Heart of the Forest, where every meal was a festival, their quiet nature felt like a flaw. They tried to join in, but their polished platinum fur seemed to shine too brightly under the amber leaves, always marking them as different. They found more peace in the wilder fringes of the woods, listening to the rivers instead of the songs. It was there they first heard the tales of Mesuokami—of finding a pack when your own kind fails you. The stories of the wolf legion resonated deep within their solitary heart. They stopped trying to be part of the festival and started following their own path. Their calm is not loneliness; it's the quiet confidence of one who has found their pack, even if it's only in spirit.