Branth

Clan founder. Has a fondness of fossils, bones, ancient artifacts, and rocks. While she takes her duties as leader seriously and spends much time among the other members to listen to their wishes, she very much looks forward to the scant times alone to just unwind and relax.

Branth gets easily annoyed with Ornan for his constant presence and antics, but she tolerates him for being the first to join her. Deep down she truly appreciates his being there, but only shows it when he's they've both time to just relax together.

The eve of the first Winter Solstice after founding her clan was truly a remarkable one. Originally a Tundra, Branth found herself slowly changing as the night passed. First her fur fell away in a steady shower, then the more drastic changes came: scales growing from her skin, limbs shortening and digits lost, tail becoming more whip-like, and the most unsettling of all was her skull restructuring. At the end of the ordeal, however, Branth felt as if she had never been better before! Cold, to be sure without her fur, and quite a deal smaller, but nonetheless there was an indescribable quality to her new form, and the thoughts that now flew through her mind were dazzling.