the true law of the wild {high ranks open}

[cindy moon]

Name; Simiko.
Gender; Female.
Pack; F O L L O W. O U R. A N C E S T O R'S. P A W S. T R I B E.
Given Rank; Beta female.
Rank wanted; none
Description; A female with light brown fur and black. Her eyes are a orangish brown colour. Her whole back side and some of her forehead in her light brown creamy colour, while the front of her is all black.
Crush; No one.
Mate; none
Pups; none, but wants.
History: nothing really special
Other;

[leirah.]

{ Both accepted. c: }

[DancingWithDragons]

Name; Halt
Gender; Male
Pack; Follow Our Ancestors' Paws Tribe
Given Rank; Alpha Male
Rank wanted; N/A
Picture;
Crush; None yet
Mate; Win him over
Pups; None
Other; None

[Tordier]

Name;

Pebble

Gender;

Female

Tribe;

Follow Our Ancestor's Paws

Given Rank;

Prey-Hunter

Rank Wanted;

None

Description;

She might be small, but she's a tough little dog, just like a pebble. That is where this Welsh Terrier gets her name. Pebble is determined and tireless, the sort of dog who's always ready for action, but never bouncing up and down begging for it. She is one to work silently, and never complains. That can make it difficult for others to see when she is pushing herself too hard, but a keen eye can spot the signs and let her take a well-earned rest.
Pebble is smaller than most of her packmates, but she, herself, is not a tiny dog. She stands about fifteen inches (38 cm) high at the shoulder and is covered in a dense coat of wirey fur that has become scruffy and unkempt from her time as a stray. Fortunately, it will not grow long enough to seriously hinder her movements, though this fur does hide her elegant, athletic build and feminine face, which is a shame. She is a rich tan color, with a black 'saddle' patch over her back and bright, brown eyes. Pebble's small ears and triangular and flop forwards against the top of her head, but they are very expressive in spite of their size and shape. She has no collar or other identification to hint at her former life as a pet.

Crush;

None

Mate;

None

Pups;

None

History;

This terrier's first memories do not include her family, whoever they might have been. She knew only the warmth of a home shared with humans, but that could only have lasted so long if we now see her as a member of a pack of wild dogs. Alas, this loving family was inexperienced with the level of energy that a breed such as a Welsh Terrier tends to carry, and it was not long before Pebble found herself digging under the fence in the back yard in the name of exploration. She eventually found herself lost and alone, and wandered about for several months before encountering the Follow Our Ancestor's Paws Tribe. Their cause was peace with humanity, and that suited her just fine. Pebble had forgotten any warm feelings she may have had towards her old human family. All she wanted now was to choose her own destiny, but she knows better than to try to fight all of the human race. They are simply too powerful for any dog to hope to have a chance against them.
After a short trial period, Pebble's skill at killing small animals earned her the rank of Prey-Hunter, and she has occupied that rank ever since. She is happy as a Prey-Hunter, though now that she has reached the age of two-and-a-half, Pebble is aware that a promotion may come her way, and she would gladly accept it if that were the case.

Other;

Image by sWrightOsment.