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Opal's tale starts in a snowy wood, far from the nearest Ulaya village. Noone knows if it was an accident or fate, but Opal's box never made it to her parents. Cold and alone in the dark, her box was discovered by a small pack of arctic wolves who brought her home and kept her warm. They raised her like one of the pack. Over time her fur coat grew thick and her body grew strong. When she was old enough the Elder spoke to her. "I suppose by now you’ve realized you are different than us. You were separated from your people when you were but a young pup. If you should wish to find them, head north following the star and you can be there in a day".

Having said his peace, he left Opal alone to think. Opal grew curious of the others like her. She had always called the pack her family and never for a second questioned it. Soon her curiosity got the best of her as curiosity often does, and she bid her pack farewell, setting off on a mission to find her true home.

She did as the Elder had told her and traveled with the Northern Star. Her journeys lead her across what seemed to be a frozen sea and down through the FrostRidge Mtn pass. It was dark by the time she found herself at the forest she was told of. The trees were thick and covered in snow, and the only light leaked in from a full moon’s glow. Opal figured this was a good a place as any to sleep for the night.

She walked a bit farther and tripped over something in the darkness. Opal jumped up quickly ready to attack but instead of an attacker she found a box… her box. As if untouched by time, a box sat in front her, white with purple and teal markings. This site chilled her to bone yet was strangely comforting. She flipped the box open and curled up inside of it. She wanted to remember what it was like, but she couldn’t. It was quiet and peaceful. A soft breeze rustled through the trees and Opal dozed off.

Inside the Ulaya village Opal stayed close on Mags’ tail, taking in all sites. It was all a bit overwhelming. There were structures everywhere made of wood and stone, like dens but not quite. Mags said they called them houses. Everywhere she looked there were Ulaya just like her running around and having conversations. Some had horns like her, others had wings and some had nothing at all! When they finally stopped Opal noticed it was another house, with a garden beside it. Mags told her to come inside and sit and she would return shortly. The inside of the house was inviting. There was cloth on the floor and bedding in the corner. She found it odd that everyone slept in their own separate beds. How did they keep warm? There were various potted plants and other items placed along pieces of wood on the walls, and a big round piece of wood in the middle of the room where the berry basket now sat. It was cozy.

Mags return awhile later. She looked at Opal a bit saddened and informed her there was nothing in her records about a lost child in the village. She said she knew this wasn’t the answer Opal wanted but she was more than welcome to stay here. Opal’s heart felt heavy. "Oh I almost forgot, I got you something!" Opal lifted her head to see a gift placed in front of her; it was a pouch with a strap. "It’s for storing things when you travel" Mags stated, helping drape it across Opal’s torso. Opal thanked Mags for the gift and said she needed some time to think. It upset her that her parents weren’t here, but maybe this place could still be her home. Over the next few days Opal tried her best to fit in. Unfortunately for her growing up with Wolves, instead of Ulaya didn't really help with socializing. The village people looked just like her but they didn't act like her. They didn’t want to play catch or wrestle. Some of them hadn’t even heard of snow, and the rest weren’t really that fond of it. They were very weird.

For the rest of the night Opal laid awake, unable to rest peacefully. The next morning the town square was a bustle with parents who’s cubs had been delivered in the night. Seeing all the happy families together weighted heavily on Opals heart. She would never have that, she thought to herself. Nothing would ever make her whole again. Her parents must not have wanted her bad enough. Overwhelmed with these thoughts, Opal fled. Mags somehow knew this might happened and had filled Opal’s pack with food for the road.

Opal ran as quickly as she could, not caring where she ended up. She ran out of the village, and through the forest without even stopping to blink. Exhausted and heavyhearted, she collapsed in a clearing along the FrostRidge Mountains. She lay there, buried, embracing the familiar snow as her mind raced with thoughts. What was her purpose? Who were her parents and why did they never look for her? When she finally pulled herself together a blizzard had began to form.