-Origins-
Naz had no idea how she ended up in this situation...cornered in the plague realm, surrounded by some very hungry and feral predators. She left her previous clan in order to find her previous mate, Thorburn. Now...? Now she didn't think she was even going to see the light of another day.

She closed her eyes tight and thought her last thoughts, waiting to feel the sting of needle-like teeth and burn of razor claws. Naz even started counting...ten...nine...eight...seven...six...five...something was not right. She cracked one eye open: there was nothing there.

Naz ever so slowly opened her other eye, peering around where she was previously cornered. There was no sign of life anywhere; or death for that matter. No blood, no claw marks in the rocks. As if out of nowhere, there was now, however, two bright red pairs of eyes right in front of her face. Naz shrieked and jumped back against the wall as a bright red Mirror and pale white Fae fluttered down in front of her, asking her to join them back at their father's clan; she'd be much safer there than out here.

Gladly obliging, she followed the two dragons back to the clan where she is now welcomed and taken care of. She uses her previous knowledge of healing to help where she can and can only hope her old mate and children are alright.