---

-started out as a tundra
-motherly as mess
-had a pair of mates that she met during her time with the Windsinger
-the windsinger saw how she hated her appearance, and changed it to match more closely with the ones she loved (with his own flair of course, he wouldn't make her into a Wildclaw, his children would bear his grace in flight)
-is obsessed with and insecure about her appearance
-they both went back to serve, leaving her a bit lonely and quiet
- she is frustrated by the fact that so few of her clan mates have had children for her to spoil
- was so freaking excited when Pythia came back one day with a tiny armored egg
- Pythia didn't know what on earth to do with it, and just sort of handed it to Savis awkwardly
- the day that Clover hatched, Savis cried and cried, until the newly born hatchling came up and licked her face, making concerned noises
-Clover had her heart from that moment on, and Savis doted on the little nocturne
- Clover grew up well, though more wild than Savis would have liked (Pythia always looked away when this was mentioned, as if to say "don't look at me, she's your daughter)
-Clover grew more restless as time went on, and Savis did her best to ignore it
-though she knew the pain she would soon feel when if her adopted daughter left her alone again, she supported her child in every endeavor
-When Clover finally found a clan of her own and left, Savis did not cry
-She didn't speak, either. Not for days