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((Alright, I guess you've convinced me. Here's another wolf for Noruour!))

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Spitchen



:_:-At First Glance-:_:

Name:
Spitchen
Nickname:
Spaz or Spits
Gender:
Female
Age:
Five
Breed:
Arabian Wolf
Pack:
Noruour
Rank:
Laekna
Rank Desired:
Laekna

:_:-My Appearance-:_:

Body Description:
Spitchen is tall, fast and strong. Bulging with muscles she towers over other wolves as she runs gracefully during the hunt... Oh wait. That's everything Spitchen isn't. Really, she is thin as a rake with a ragged pelt. A bit smaller than most, she is neither fast nor strong, and has a clumsy walk, almost as though the pads of her feet hurt. More spry than graceful, she capable of only taking down the smallest of animals on her own. Her hazel eyes appear a bit sunken in her face, and it is rather disconcerting to look her in the eye.
Base Fur Color:
Dark brownish grey.
Under Fur Color:
Creamy redish-tan and white.
Markings, Scars:
Not exactly markings, but her ribs are clearly visible. Though she looks starving, this seems to be her natural condition and she is perfectly content with it.

:_:-Getting To Know Me: The Basics-:_:

Personality:
Spitchen is a big wolf in a tiny body, and has a huge chip on her shoulder, so woe to the wolf who would taunt her. She is short and snippy with those she sees fit to converse with, and cold to those she doesn't. However, if she wants something, then she can be the sweetest, most pathetic thing you've ever seen. She is obsessive over her things, of which she has many as a healer, and is constantly counting over them, brooding and protecting them like pups. Prone to muttering to herself when there is no one around, she speaks to her possessions as though they could answer, and laughs at her own jokes. This all makes for a very confusing creature, and she thrives on the discord she causes in others. It makes one wonder if it is all just an act or if she is really a few twigs short of the tree, but looking into her eyes, you know she is deadly serious.

Though she seems a little crazy and is terrible at both fighting and hunting, Spitchen possesses an uncanny intelligence. Her memory is flawless, and she can recall conversations from years ago with surprising lucidity. The same holds true for the locations of plants and herbs she uses in her remedies, as well as how to mix them and apply them. Her inventiveness is also beyond the norm, and she will eat plants known to be poisonous just to see what exactly they do and in what doses they may actually be helpful. While a wolf might hesitate to see her when in need, she is in fact very good at what she does. If one can get past the babble and strangeness of her conversations, they might just find that for all her flaws she is actually very wise and caring.
Family:
Unknown
Strengths:
Her memory, intelligence and healing skills are her strengths.
Weaknesses:
Pretty much everything not listed above. It is impossible to tell if she is actually loyal to the pack, or only to herself. Also, she is a little crazy.
History:
The year that Hawkwing was born, the previous alphas of Noruour found her as a young wolf, starving and raving in the woods. So hungry that she was tearing at the bark of trees to eat the grubs inside. At first, they decided to just run the strange creature off, but she kept returning to the same spot in the woods, and nothing they could do would get her to leave. Though she was unbelievably odd, and couldn't tell anyone how she ended up where she was, one of the members of the pack eventually took pity on her and brought her some food. From that point on, she was a regular visitor to the pack, following them during hunts and picking up their scraps like a coyote. It was not until later that her skills as a healer were discovered. The wolf who had been kind enough to bring her food was bitten by a rattle snake during a hunt. The others thought he was basically the walking dead, and left him where he fell. Spitchen came to him in the night, forcing herbs down his throat while he raged with fever and dressed his wound, tying it tightly to spot the venom from spreading. He eventually recovered, and out of gratitude brought her back to the dens and into the pack. She has been a fixture there ever since, sulking in the den she choose for herself, still living off the scraps of the pack.

:_:-Getting To Know Me: A Little Deeper-:_:

Likes:
What does Spitchen like? Shiny things, good herbs and fresh, clean mud. Interesting stones that look like they have a story to tell and feathers. And other things along the same lines.
Dislikes:
Spitchen hates it when wolves won't listen when she speaks, even if it doesn't make any sense. Probably better just to nod and smile than tell her so... She also randomly seems to decide to dislike certain wolves, or particular trees and trails for that matter. What warrants these decisions is known only to her.
Fears:
Spitchen is afraid of the rain, but not the lake. She will sulk and pout in her den until a shower passes, but is perfectly happy to swim out into the glacially cold waters and pick reeds. She also seems randomly terrified of nothing at all, as is typical of one suffering from delusions.
Scent:
Spitchen smells of a pungent mix of sharp herbs and wet earth.
Wants, Wishes:
Who knows? It is doubtful that Spitchen herself has any idea what she wants.

:_:-Extra:_:

((Ok, well this should be interesting... Did I go overboard on this one?))

[.:akpahsJ:.]

[I like it, I like it a lot. I knoew I'd get one of you guys to create a new wolf, lol. I'm happy you did though because I really like this one. :] ]

[R0be0]

Inferno.



:_:-At First Glance-:_:

Name:
The Great Inferno. (c)
Nickname:
"Call me Inferno - and only Inferno."
Gender:
"I'm a female. Duh."
Age:
"I'm two and a half years."
Breed:
"I'm a grey Arctic wolf. Yes, they exist moron."
Pack:
"I am in Noruour."
Rank:
xxx
Rank Desired:
"Lead fighter."

:_:-My Appearance-:_:

Body Description:
Of course you’ve heard of some fairly large wolves, but hardly any can compare to the size in which Inferno is at. Especially for a female. Her body is bulk, and pure muscle. This makes it exceptionally hard for her to be agile, and it makes it impossible for her to be quick. However it is a punch best served when it comes to fighting. Her thick and bulky figure can be pushed over by few, and even though it is difficult when she is trying to run away, she can defend herself well because of her size.
Base Fur Color:
Her fur is thick, because she was born in the alps. It was made it keep her warm from the cold, and so this means that she gets overheated quickly, and will avoid water at all cost. As her fur is so thick, that it will make it hard for her to swim, and it will drag her down. Her fur is one of the common pelt colors of a wolf, grey, white, and a slight bit of brown. She almost has a mane of sorts, and the fur around her neck, is a lot thicker than that of most other wolves. It gives her a fluffy look, almost.

Under Fur Color:
Simply white.
Markings, Scars:
When she was just a pup, she was shot in her right hind leg, the bullet had to be hauled out by the healer of her former pack, and even though it was removed, it did too much damage to fix the leg, and so now that she’s grown up a bit, her leg has become lame. It does work, but at 15%. Meaning that even if she was a quick runner, she would have a disability, making it even harder. It is a curse, with her slow speed, and her leg, it means that she can only run at a quarter of what a normal wolf would be able to. She also has a scar from the bullet on her leg.

:_:-Getting To Know Me: The Basics-:_:

Personality:
Have you ever felt the rush of adrenaline, pumping through you, as you throw yourself into the merciless hands of war? Have you ever felt the blood rush to your head, pounding on the doors of your mind, and spiraling down your body, driving you to the peak of aggression? To the point where you feel like you’re nothing but the pure hate and anger that lingers in the depths of her heart? Inferno has, and she’s felt it’s full blast. Her life is built on the principal that, there is nothing more to live for than the second, where you know, you could end someone’s pathetic life. That is the reason that she continues to go on, with the thought of the kill still present in her mind, and shaking away any access thoughts of anything other than that.

There is nothing more complex than a woman’s mind, but Inferno bumps that up to another level all together. She makes it hard for you to even remotely know what she is speaking about, and sometimes what she says can and will make you pause, wondering what she really meant, and if there is something more hidden in the twists and twirls of her spider web of words. But she will leave you hanging, and wondering. As it is one of her traps, she will twist her ways into your deep mind, and leave you guessing how she did that. She is, even without being a sin or a demon, a mind tester, and a soul torturer. She will mangle your mind until you’re left without the bare bones of it. This is something that not every wolf can do, but after learning from her father, she is a professional in the arts of wit, and deception.

Inferno is someone who is strong-willed, someone that will not take a rivaling no against her answer. She thinks of life like a battle field, and in doing so, she believes that if you are telling her that he idea is un-fit, or even and often - disturbing, she will take that as an enemy battle cry, and your approval from her will sink lower and lower. Some wolves have achieved to getting her hatred and disliking of them to such a low, that she will taunt them, or even attack them. Where this is not very often, if you do not watch your words and the way you speak around her, she is far from being afraid to snap. She is someone that is already close enough to the edge, and if you push her anymore, than it would be game over.

Even though it wouldn’t seem like it, Inferno is one of the most loyal wolves you will ever meet. Even though she is someone with some anger issues, and the fact that she is quite untrusting, is bad. Those that manage to gain her trust, will receive a friend that will put her life on the line to save theirs without any question. She is brave, and determined, and someone that even if you don’t want as your enemy, you do want her as your friend. Even though she might still tease and taunt you, it’s only because she cares about you, and trusts you enough for her to feel like she has no boundaries in being able to do so. It is a nice world when you’ve gained her trust. Even though you’ve got a sarcastic friend, well we all have our flaws.

With that being said, Inferno is not one that will fall easily in the paws of love. In fact she spits on the very idea. She hates the thought of having a family, and would rather just have some loyal friends, and a pack instead. It is a good thing as well, with someone like her, it would take a lot to even get to the point of friendship, let alone anything farther. Maybe that is one of the reasons she pushes some wolves away, because she is so new to the idea of feelings, that they just freak her out to much, and they put her under a lot of pressure. Nevertheless, if you put the hard work into breaking her case. You will have some one with the courage of a lion on your side.
Family:
"My family. My business."
Strengths:
x -- Well Built.
x -- Powerful.
x -- Witty.
x -- Brave.
Weaknesses:
x -- Slow.
x -- Very un-agile.
x -- Horrible swimmer.
x -- Quick to judge.
History:
The night was windy and cloudy, the sky seemed dripped in the uncanny sense of despair. This seemed like an unlikely night for someone, anyone to be born, and yet the overwhelming power and sweetness of new life, dimmed the foggy gloom. But it was on this night that three pups were to be born, three pups that would endure the thrill of a life time, but at the same time utter and upmost - hell.

The runt, last born, last respected. Inferno was a small pup, who reflected the grey and white colorings of her mother ‘Grace’ the only pup in her family to do so. Her eldest brother Titan, took after the jet black coat of their father - the beta, DeSodo. The middle pup, a female named Rose would take after neither of her parents, but take after her mother’s brother, with a pure white slender coat. These pups were the new pride and joy of the ‘Black Sun Tribe’ which were located in the highest peaks of the alps.

Inferno was not a welcomed pup however, as her brother and sister would be treated and pampered by the other wolves, Inferno would sit in a corner, and envy their popularity. It seemed like no matter how hard she would try, she could not gain anything from the wolves of her tribe, nothing. She tried everything, bringing in prey at a young age, helping out with the tribe shaman, and nothing good happened. Only a short, ‘thanks’ or maybe a ‘good pup.’ But nothing that would make her feel anymore special, than the dead animals that were dragged to the tribe’s base.

That was when her life shifted.

“My pup, my pup, don’t fret. Your time will come, oh yes it will, to show these mutts whom will rule.” Inferno can still remember the sly and devilish voice of her father. Remembering looking up into those amber eyes, burning with something, something that Inferno couldn’t calculate at the time. But would learn that it was one thing; overpowering ambition. She could remember the times her father would tell her that she was better than her siblings, and that they had nothing in comparison to her. That she would become powerful and mighty some day, while they would drag on, and become nothingness.

“Father,” she said one day, as she walked with her father down the spiraling path from the tribal camp, down the alp. “How do you suppose I will become powerful? Titan is the strongest, I am”-

But she was cut off, as DeSodo, pushed her down the side of the alp, making her hit into the part of the path, some feet below. That was the day it started. “Power is pain, my daughter.” Inferno whimpered in pain, as she tried to stand up, but was slammed back to the ground by the giant black wolf. “I will teach you to rip apart the dreams and hopes of others, by ripping their heart from their chest, but you must be committed to pain. But in the end, the rewards will be great. This is a deal, one in a life time, but I will retreat it, if you believe you are not ready.”

Inferno gulped, looking up at her father, and suddenly her greenish eyes narrowed; “I am ready.”

That was the day her training started, when she was six months old, to a year. Her father pushed her, and pushed her. Getting her everything from shot in the leg, to scarred across the face, but soon Inferno would grow, physically and mentally. Not only as a warrior, but as a weapon. She did not know of her father’s intentions for her, nor the fact that he had something up his sleeve, because she was busy trying to become the best. And she would, that was something that she longed of, something that she would be trying to do for so long, and that she wouldn’t give up until that goal was completed.

At the age of Inferno’s first year, news spread of a virus, deadly enough to kill, running through the tribe. The virus killed the shaman, a shock to the tribe, considering his apprentice was new to this, and didn’t know much about healing. It also wiped out a few fighters, and very much so weakened the alpha. But he was yet to die.

“This is the time to strike, brothers and sisters!” Inferno had gone to one of her father’s ‘meetings’ she didn’t know why he held these, or why wolves showed up to them. All it was, was planning, and scheming, but for what? She was about to find out... “The alpha is near death! And with his dying without an heir, I will come to rule the tribe! Making us more powerful and stronger than ever!”

“Oh really? And what about the other wolves that try and stop us?” A warrior named Keeper pointed out.

“Do not fret brother, for they will bow to me under their leader’s mangled pelt, and if they dare attack, we will wipe those dogs from the face of the earth!” The other wolves cheered at this, along with Inferno. She didn’t care much for their all alpha, he was up in years and was keeping them from greatness. Like her father often said.

“And my daughter, my precious daughter, you will rule beside me in glory.” This made Inferno grin. This was what she had been waiting for her entire life.

The battle, what was much to be said about it? Their plan worked, DeSodo slaughtered their alpha, but in the way also had to slaughter his cousin, and his mate [Inferno’s mother.] It was a hard battle, and Inferno fought with all her might at the rebelling wolves. The fight took place over a day and a half, and caused the wolves to move to fight from their base, down into the forest under the alp. Inferno had been fighting against both her siblings, who would snarl; ‘traitor!’ And ‘mutt!’ under their breaths. That was when something major happened. Inferno didn’t know how it happened, but someone must have slipped by the near by rushing deep river, causing all three of them to tumble in. Inferno tried to break the surface, but was knocked out, by a hit in the head from a rock.

When she woke up she was in a den, alone. Surprised and shaking her head, she walked out to find a small makeshift camp, with her two siblings sitting in it, talking to a handsome tan colored wolf. She come to find out this wolf was a loner named Tin, and that he had helped the siblings when they had washed up onto a bank. He had told them, after hearing their story that they had drifted miles, and miles away from the alps, and that there was probably no going back for them anytime soon. However he did offer for them to join him as he journeyed, looking for his own place in life.
Their journey was rocky at first as Titan and Rose ignored Inferno at first, but after a few weeks warmed back up to their sister. At this time Inferno had also gotten a close bond with Tin, whom in the few weeks to come would ask to become her mate.

After a long while of traveling together, Tin, Inferno, and Rose went off to hunt, while Titan was scouting. Inferno thought she spotted a rabbit up ahead, and ran into the bushes, but realized it was just the light. Sighing, she began to walk back towards Tin, an Rose, and suddenly heard a whine, and a loud snap. Rushing towards the sound, she skidded out into the small clearing in which she had left the two, to see a disturbing sight. Rose - now dead, lay on the ground a pool of blood beginning to form, and Tin licking blood from his lips. “She slowed us down.” He looked at Inferno. As much as that was an excuse, Inferno didn’t care, mate or not, she would murder the wolf who killed her own sister, and she did.

Now it was just her and Titan, alone. They traveled for a couple of weeks together, until they reached hunting territory, and Titan was shot in the chest, Inferno tried to heal her last remaining sibling but failed. “Find... a ... pack... that... is .. my... wish... fo-for... you...” Those were his final words, before he passed on.

And that was what Inferno did, now she wonders if she’ll ever get back to her tribe, hundreds of miles away, or if she’ll have to stay here. But one thing is for sure, she’s lived the lives of a thousand wolves, in just a couple of years.

:_:-Getting To Know Me: A Little Deeper-:_:

Likes:
x -- Fighting.
x -- War.
x -- Mocking others.
x -- Climbing.
x -- Cold climates.
x -- Rabbit meat.
x -- Exploring.
Dislikes:
x -- Water/Swimming.
x -- Warm Climates.
x -- Too much peace.
x -- Fire.
x -- Guns.
x -- Humans.
x -- Pups.
Fears:
"Uhm.... water.. Really..I - I... Wait - don't you DARE say anything!"
Scent:
"Like a fir tree."
Wants, Wishes:
"I want to be the most powerful wolf in the world. I will be! You watch!"

:_:-Extra:_:

I will be trying to get Inferno into the prophecy! Wish me luck. x3

{Sorry if it's too vague, or the history is too far fetched. It's a quick job form, even though she's one of my main characters.}

[.:akpahsJ:.]

[Accepted. Your form is awesome!! Better detail then mine!]

[R0be0]

{Thank you. =D}

[Emberrose]

(Bump)

[Soriams]

~bump~
((Oh my, Inferno and Narmanna in the same pack? I feel sorry for poor Hawkwing!))

[hounddogcopper]

(( Sweet Sparrow Sandwich I just saw Inferno's application and ever I feel sorry for Hawkwing 0.o
My poor poor baby. ))

[gigithepug]

Zaltana



:_:-At First Glance-:_:

Name:
Zaltana
Nickname:
Zallie or Tana
Gender:
Fae - Female - Girl
Age:
Young Adult - 3 Years - 12 Seasons
Breed:
Gray Wolf
Pack:
Noruour
Rank:
Lead of Patrol
Rank Desired:
Lead of Patrol or Patrol

:_:-My Appearance-:_:

Body Description:
With a built like Zaltana's, most will say she has pure muscles like a muscular brute's. Thick, strong muscles hide under her black coat of fur. But, the consequence of having muscles like Zaltana's is her speed. Her speed will be quite low but she can still run. But the good consequence of having muscles like Zaltana's is she will be able to protect her loved ones and pack from any harm.
Base Fur Color:
Zaltana's base fur color is a mixture of black, brown and white. Very few speckles of white are scattered here and there. White is mostly found on her muzzle and paws. As for her tail, is the different color. Her tail is a fawnish brown, completely different from her coat.
Under Fur Color:
Zaltana's under fur color is black mixed with brown. A white spot lays on the center of her chest.
Markings, Scars:
The white patch of fur on the center of her chest. And a scar going through the patch of white fur. The scar is small and is unseen with a naked eye.

:_:-Getting To Know Me: The Basics-:_:

Personality:
Zaltana is as beautiful as she is courageous , selfless , proud , and strong. She is a wonderful fighter and an expert hunter. She likes to focus on her tasks and goals. But she isn't all into her rank and stuff. Sometimes she just kicks back , relaxes and has fun!Zaltana is a very sweet , thoughtful and honest girl. She likes to be nice when she can. But of couse not to mean disrespectful wolves. She likes to help wolves in need and give advice. She likes to put smiles on wolves faces and cheer everyone up.

( Sorry for shortness. Not very good in personalities. )
Family:
Syver is her brother.
Strengths:
• Hunting
• Protecting
Weaknesses:
• Swimming in deep waters
• Catching fish
• Running fast
History:
It was a day when an omega fae, also the daughter of 2 deltas, had joined the pack, Wolves of the Ancient times. But this omega didn't deserve to be an omega. She was very strong, smart, skilled and much, much more. But when Elzarto asked the omega, Chezal, to show him her skills and talents to chose her rank, she said she didn't have any. She lied. So Elzarto gave her the rank omega. But Elzarto felt there was something mysterious about Chezal. There was. No one but Chezal and her parents knew she was a very talented and skilled wolf, so Chezal keeps it a secret. A few days later Elzarto secretly asked Chezal out on a date. Elzarto took Chezal to the most beautifulest place on their pack's territory. A beautiful crystal clear waterfall. Chezal loved it! Elzarto finally asked Chezal how such a beautiful wolf like her was an omega. Chezal finally told someone who didn't know her trueself. She said that she actually did have skills and intelligence. Elzarto believed her but he wanted to see it to believe it. So Chezal showed him how she killed a deer doe by only biting it's neck. Elzarto was impressed. 7 months later Elzarto asked Chezal to be his mate and the alpha fae. And she said yes! Not because of Elzarto's rank. But because of Elzarto, she loved him so much! Most wolves of the pack were disappointed at Elzarto's decision on being mates with an omega. And a few were big softies on Elzarto's decision, they thought it was cute and romantic! Now Chezal found her true love! 3 months later the very happy couple decided to have pups. A couple of months later Chezal had 2 pups. It was a low amount for a wolf, but no one no what happened. Well, they had 1 fae and 1 brute. They named the fae Zaltana and the brute Syver. But unfortantly when 2 lives joined the world, 1 left. Chezal had died 30 minutes after the pups' birth. It was a mixed emotional day. First it's happy and proud, then, sad and disappointed. After the day of the pups' birth, their father had been raising them and taking care of them ever since. Once the pups were 7 months old Elzarto decided to teach them how to hunt. It was kinda hard for them, but they eventually learned it. Elzarto was proud at their success on learning. He also decided to teach them how to defend themselves. On this lesson they learned more faster, due to the siblings love for playing fight. Elzarto was really proud. A month before the pups turned into strong, healthy young adults, 3 years of age, Elzarto sensed that their was one of his pack's enemies on his pack's border. And there was. 4 bears had stepped into the territory and were heading toward the camp! The bears were from a clan of bears. Their clan was called: The Bears From the Sky. 1 and half days later Elzarto never came back. It was a very depressing day. Now the pups had just lost both of their parents! After all of the members of the pack had died, except for the siblings, it was time for Zaltana and her brother to find a new pack. They walked and walked in search for a pack. After a harsh five weeks of surving on their own, the siblings found two packs. One named Auster and anoth named Noruour. They decided to join the Noruour pack.

:_:-Getting To Know Me: A Little Deeper-:_:

Likes:
• Rainy days
• Thunder and lightning
• Flowery meadows
• Caribou meat
• The smell of fresh flowers
• Snow
Dislikes:
• Cold meat
• Filthy water
• Disrespectful wolves
• Autumn
• Dead leaves scattered on the ground
Fears:
Zaltana only fears two things. And they are:
• That once she has pups, she thinks she'll be a horrible mother and all the pups will die.
and
• She fears she will lose the last remaining wolf of her family, her only sibling.
Scent:
Freshly bloomed roses mixed with rain.
Wants, Wishes:
Zaltana wishes that her sibling will be safe and live life to it's fullest, with love and happiness.

:_:-Extra:_:

Would like to be part of the prophecy

Syver



:_:-At First Glance-:_:

Name:
Syver
Nickname:
Sy
Gender:
Brute - Male - Boy
Age:
Young Adult - 3 Years - 12 Seasons
Breed:
Gray Wolf
Pack:
Noruour
Rank:
Hunting Party
Rank Desired:
Hunting Party or Patrol

:_:-My Appearance-:_:

Body Description:
Like most brutes, Syver has a muscular body. With a strong mother and brawny father, Syver has a mixture of both of their strengths. With Syver's muscular built, it is difficult to ran at great speeds. But, with muscles like Syver's, you are sure to protect the pack from any danger.
Base Fur Color:
Syver's coat is a jet black mixed with a dark chocolate color. With the jet black, the brown is barely seen. On his chest is a medium patch of white hair.
Under Fur Color:
Unlike his base fur, there is more brown on his under fur and less black. There is more brown at the center than anywhere else.
Markings, Scars:
Just a medium patch of white fur at the center of his chest.

:_:-Getting To Know Me: The Basics-:_:

Personality:
Syver is a very friendly, social brute. He likes to be nice to all wolves. Just not the nonpolite wolves. He likes to treat others the way he wants to be treated. And the way he wants to be treated is with respect, kindness, loyalty, and honesty. When the siblings were growing up their father always told them "Always treat others the way you want to be treated." And thats exactly what the siblings do.Sy is also the funest and funniest, well compared to his sister, he is. Syver sometimes likes to cheer wolves up with jokes. But not all the time because sometimes his jokes aren't always on the top of his head. Sy likes to go on little fun adventures with his friends and family. Syver basicly makes everyday a fun day.
Family:
Zaltana is his sister
Strengths:
• High stamina
• Patience
• Kindeness
• Hunting skills
Weaknesses:
• Speed
• Swimming in deep waters
History:
Look at Zaltana's

:_:-Getting To Know Me: A Little Deeper-:_:

Likes:
• Elk meat
• Warm days
• Summer
• The Blue Jay's colors
• The sound of water falls
Dislikes:
• When wolves bother him when he is in his alone time
• Rude wolves
• Bears, due to them killing his father.
Fears:
Syver fears two things. And they are:
• He fears he will lose the last remaining wolf of his family, his sibling.
and
• Bears come and kill Syver and his whole pack, including his family.
Scent:
Maple leaves mixed with the fresh water from a water fall.
Wants, Wishes:
Syver wishes his sister to have a happy future.

:_:-Extra:_:

None

( Is this ok? )

[.:akpahsJ:.]

[Yay!! We can all start now! Yes, its great!! Yay!! I'll have to wait thought I'm busy today.]