Ardenlas woke up one day with her Bow in her right hand, a bad gash in her right side and no memory of how it happened. Since then she mostly runs on instinct not actually knowing anything more then the name symbolized on her sword, Ardenlas, Of which she isn’t even sure if it was her name, or a name she had given the weapon.

A few days after this happened she found a tiny baby fox wandering around. She began to wonder how this came to be and she kept a watchful distance from it. Upon further observation she gathered that there was another family of foxes near by. It seemed as if this one might have gotten away from that family, but the mother would not except the kit back. Arden spent the next few hours trying to get the small animal to trust her enough and to try and get it to eat something. Since then the little fox has not left her side.