Embodies: Empathy

A wolf of many ears, each ear tuned to a different heart.

She pads softly, hearing cries no one else can bear.
Mireth cannot fight, cannot build, but she binds packs together and without her, the others scatter into lonely hunger.

ORIGIN

At the edges of the loom, faint murmurs always ran: the cries of threads stretched too thin, the sighs of those frayed and unseen. The loom strained to hold them and from that ache was born Mireth, a wolf covered in ears. She walks softly along the borders of being, hearing every voice.

Her gift is not strength but connection.
A reminder that even the smallest cry can be woven back into the pattern.