Early in the days of humanity, during cold winter, Fate and Foam went walking.
She was still young, then, barely having stepped out from the embrace of her sole parent- the Merchant, the Shadowalker. Yet despite this, she showed her unending kindness and still tended to those who called to her. Love and blessings to her net of pearls, each carrying a soul to be taken to the realm beyond, mist willing.
As she went traveling from one place to the other, she ventured through a forest to shorten the way. It as only meant to be a small trip and yet she became sidetracked. There before her path was an injured raven with shallow breath and bright red blood speckled onto the snow. With him was a wolf, yet not one seeking an easy meal. Instead, he curled protectively around the dying bird, and bared his teeth to even a god. He and the raven had been friends, allies, and he was closer to him than even his pack.
Seeing the wolf's loyalty, so strong that he was starving from his desire to never leave his dear friend's side, Fate and Foam felt a blossom of pity. "Peace, loyal wolf," she told him. "I will not rob you of your companion. Let me draw closer, so that I may bestow upon both of you a gift."
The wolf was reluctant, and unsure, and yet in the end he allowed her to venture close. In return, as she knelt by the fallen raven and his friend, Fate and Foam granted them both the position to stay by her said forevermore. They have done so ever since, the raven rescued from death, the wolf no longer alone.
In return, they have acted as her assistants, guiding the souls of the deceased to her waiting arms.
