Another one of my Emyriches.
This one has had a hard life. She has lost both her bell and wrap after being brutally beaten (and nearly killed) when she wandered to close to a colony's territory when looking for a new home, leaving her mute and lost. To make up for her old wrap, she found a ratty old piece of cloth.
Nobody knows her name as she can't speak, but deep, deep down she is still the Emyrich she was when she was a cub.
Skyetha.