Daciana Tunet/Introduction
Daciana was one of the success stories of Acasă Sălbatic, or Wild Home, a sprawling privately owned preserve in Eastern Montana. On the outside, it was a simple natural retreat for a well-to-do but reclusive family who worked with local animal control and rangers for the keeping of wolves that otherwise could not be relocated. In truth, it was a vastly funded breeding project run by the Shadow Lord tribe to establish a foothold for their imported wild kin in America without having to resort to competition against the Red Talons, Wendigo, and even Uktena who commanded a goodly claim on the native wolf populations. While they did take 'donations' from the other tribes to mind kin packs of other tribes, the Lords retained the vast bulk of the land for their own use. The packs they had were kept as wild as possible despite their ultimate confinement, but not without some extra work on the Lords part in regards to 'enrichment' to try an encourage a smarter and more adaptable lupus population. In many parts they succeeded, as a preserve-bred pup they called Little Ghost proved to be particularly uncanny when it came to figuring the food puzzles and even learning her 'keepers' habits and behaviors to a rather unwolflike level. It probably helped she was Garou, or would be, Changing shortly after her second spring. Instead of considering to stay with her natal pack or find a mate from one of their neighbors and establishing her own pack, the Little Ghost found herself instead learning to walk on two legs and converse in a bizarre bunch of sounds they called English. Prepared by the efforts of her human kin, she learned quickly, even if it would take years for her to ever grow passably comfortable acting as a human. Given the name Daciana Tunet in keeping with her bloodline's given name, the Little Ghost was quick to progress to her Rite of Passage.
As a Theurge, she was sent into the Umbra to find and subdue a particularly troublesome Lune that had been pestering some of the older Garou. She tracked it through the Shadow, only to come to the uncomfortable realization the Lune had friends. A lot of them, including a particularly nasty fire elemental. Just so happens, however, she had tracked them to the site of and old battle between her tribemates and a nasty Bane several generations back that had been lost to the current memories memories of the Sept despite the efforts of one of the lost Garou's modern descendants. There she found the Thunder Harness, an ancient reinforced chain mail shirt marked with glyphs honoring Grandfather Thunder that gave the wearer the power to call upon the storms for aid. Sacrificing some of her own spiritual power to reawaken the sleeping fetish, Daciana called upon Thunder for aid and he answered. Great fangs of dark clouds covered the moon's light as an umbral storm churned to life, lighting striking down the offending spirits in blinding arcs. With her task complete she quickly returned to the sept and gave the fetish, with all due reverence, to the Sept Elder for proper care and safekeeping. Word had it the descendant of the Fetish's former owner was less than thrilled he did not recover it, but no trouble seemed to have arisen from it.
Given the deed name of Devours-the-Moon, Daciana didn't long stay with her natal sept. Displaced from the life she would have led as a wolf, wanderlust was an irresistible urge along with a desire to find new territory and a pack of new blood to call her own. She departed west towards the setting sun and the enticing tales of the ocean and, in time, found herself on the outskirts of a caern in Prospect, California, curious as to what the far coast might have in store.
