(Amaya can still read lips as a wolf but can't respond when I do werewolves. I do actual wolf no bipedal form)

Lycanthropy has been a part of Amaya's life, just like her being deaf. Her inner beast wasn't hungry for power. It wanted security, something she didn't have for many years after the loss of her alpha, sister, and nephews. The pain ate at her like a cancer, stripping back layers and layers of discipline and training to reveal a weak pup lost and alone, with no actual pack to protect her and for her to call home.

The nightmares, the constant feelings of failure, and doubt followed her for years after watching her sister die from a hunter's arrow to the heart. It changed something in her wolf it added a scar that would never fade.

Her wolf form changed from a seamless light rusted brown to silver scars running through the fur like iron ore on stone. Some of the scars were more painful than others. The one under her eye was still painful due to the memories of the arrow grazing just beneath it, but it was enough to scar.

(So no Janaya in this, but I'll try working more sword lesbian-centered one-shots soon)