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[Alkene]

"I may be the leader, but my pack sticks together and we fight as one. I simply enforce the rules and carry out my duty"


Name:
Midnight Rivers. Just call me Midnight.

Age:
How rude of you to ask a fae her age. Do you think I'm not qualified enough to be alpha because of my years? Well, if you must know, I am 2 and a half.

Gender:
one-hundred percent female. Don't check either.

Pack and Rank:
I am from Riverpack. In fact, I'm the alpha. I know, I'm pretty young to be running a pack in this weather, but I do have knowledge of these lands. There was another alpha with me....but, he's betrayed us.

What you see:
I'm a bit smaller than other females, but don't let my size fool you. I've taken down wolves large then me. With my strength and size though, lacks stamina. I can't take more than two wolves fighting me. I get weak kind of easily. However, I am quite speedy, which makes up for it.

Mate:
Do not speak of him ever again. His name was Baron. That's all I can muster.

Personality:
I can't tell you my personality for myself. Others say I'm quite calm and intelligent for my age. They say I'm mature in the most toughest of situations. But of course, everyone has their flaws. When people talk about...things they shouldn't be talking about around me...I snap. I can't take the courage to face my fears or history. That is my flaw.

History:
I don't usually talk about this, but I'll make an exception. Me and a brute became mates and left our old pack to create one of our own. We were happy at the time. It happened before this situation today. When one of our pups were killed, I was furious. Poisonpack has still not won all of my trust. In fact, I don't want to be associated with them any longer. But, we must try to come with terms so both of our packs may thrive. After the second problem with Poisonpack, my trust in them has become faint. My mate had left us for that pack. He believed that our pack has grown weaker in the blizzard. He told me to join their pack and abandon my own. What a cruel joke that is. I'll never forgive him.
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"Promises were meant to be broken. I was born to survive."


Name:
Baron. Just, Baron.

Age:
I'm 3 years full of knowledge.

Gender:
I'm a male. But, as wolves call it, I'm a brute.

Pack and Rank:
I was once in Riverpack. In fact, I was the alpha's mate. I've left them though and became a scout here. They're stronger, don't you think?

What you see:
I'm an average-sized wolf. My build is quite decent and I can fight if I have to. My eyes are a piercing yellow. With my strength lacks speed. That is why I'm a scout. I'm not as fast as the others to be chasing after rabbits or predators.

Mate:
My mate was once Midnight. She's beautiful, but she's foolish for not leaving such a weak pack. With her in charge, that pack would surely perish. I must say that she is quite a strong female. But, not all of her prayers will be answered. Oh Midnight, why don't you just join us? When you do, I'll be there to say: "I told you so".

Personality:
I am told I'm selfish and stubborn. That's not it though. I'm only trying to do what is best for everyone. I've also been told I'm fun to hang around with and that I am quite a strong wolf to be patrolling the frozen land. You just have to see beyond what happened.

History:
As I said before, I was once the alpha of Riverpack with Midnight. I saw our pup wander off and was killed by the apprentice. Believe me, I was as angry as the rest of them. However, I saw the true strength of that pack. The alpha is also quite strong and clever at keeping his pack alive. I told Midnight to follow me into joining his pack and leave that sorry excuse of a group. She refused though and was taken aback from my choice. We both got into a large argument and I left that thing for good.

[Alkene]

{Not a problem! It sounds like it has potential!}

[Heemajeebit]

((Hello! I haven't RPed in an AGE, but I miss it. So please bear with me a bit if I'm a little rusty!))

Name: Shawano
Gender: Male
Age: 6 Years
Pack: River Pack
Rank: Beta Male
Appearance: Shawano is a very heavyset wolf built for power. He has broad shoulders and thick, powerful haunches. His coat is mostly brown, though flecked with a few scars where his fur grew back silver. His ears and forehead are golden-brown. His chin, underbelly, and legs are white and his tail is black. He has a small nick in his right ear and a curved cross-shaped scar behind his left eye.


Personality: Shawano is a very proud wolf and cares deeply for his family and pack. He Is very honest and fair, and treats every wolf with the same amount of respect; whether they are Alpha, Omega, or even pups. That is not to say he will not use his authority if he needs to; he will always put the peace of the pack first, and if that means disengaging an argument between members with force, then so be it. Though he usually hides it well, sometimes one can see hints of guilt in his eyes from a past he rarely speaks of.

History: Shawano was born in a pack in a territory far away from where he now lives. A natural leader, he quickly rose through the ranks and became the Alpha at a young age. He had a mate, Denali, who he loved with all his heart and a son that he could not have been more proud of.

Life was perfect, until one day a rogue pack attacked. As they were overrun, Shawano held his ground. But his pack panicked and fled, abandoning their leader. He and his mate narrowly escaped with their son, who was a small pup at the time. Denali was badly injured, and did not pull through, leaving Shawano alone with the pup, Talus.

Racked with guilt for failing in his duty as a leader, Shawano set out to stop the rogue pack from destroying any more lives. He formed his own band of wolves that had all been affected by the rogue pack's violence, and together they took it down. Afterward the pack disbanded, most of them leaving to seek their families once again. Shawano left the land, unable to let go of his guilt. He found the River Pack and joined them, quickly settling right back in to pack life. Talus, too used to living as a loner, chose to continue that lifestyle once he was old enough to live on his own.

It has been over a year since he joined River Pack, and he proudly serves them with just as much gusto and enthusiasm as his old pack. They are his new family, now.

((I'll make a bio for Talus if I decide to bring him in, but for now I'm just gonna stick with Shawano~))

[Heemajeebit]

((Other than the style of the drawing he's not all that unrealistic. But sure, I can modify. =P

EDIT: Okay done~))

[Heemajeebit]

((Hooray, thanks! I'll let someone else start, though. ^^U))

[Alkene]

Midnight's paws made light crunches in the white snow-covered ground. Her fur bristled with stress as she carried a plump hare in her muzzle. It was the only food she had found that day. It was becoming very stressful for her. The pack was going to starve to death if she didn't find enough food sources. A low growl rose from her throat with this thought in mind.
The female wolf made her way into a large cave that the pack shared. It was freezing outside, but luckily, a blizzard hadn't come yet. She placed the hare in the middle, pacing back and forth. She was worn out from running after the hare and she was definitely going to lose her sanity with this deadly winter. Her ears perked up when she noticed Rapture in the cave. Rapture was a pup to her no matter what. She couldn't afford to lose another one. Being as motherly as she was, the alpha decided to keep the apprentice in the cave for the day. "Rapture, you may go ahead and begin eating. I'm not hungry at the moment" she spoke. In the pack, if the alpha decided not to eat first, the feeding order continued.

Baron quietly sat on the ground that was blanketed in white. His ears perked up, listening for any unfamiliar sounds. His guard was always up, for he had a duty as a scout. The snow gracefully fell and landed on his grey fur. There was nothing out of the ordinary here. His shift would last only an hour from now, and he would be strong throughout the whole thing. The cold air bit at his skin and his paws felt almost numb, but it wasn't anything different from yesterday. Rarely, he would catch a glimpse of his old mate in her own territory, searching around for any scraps of food. "How desperate she looks. How foolish" he mumbled to himself, chuckling lightly. She would always mind her and her pack's business, not even glancing toward his pack's territory.

[Dalliance,]

♞ ＩＬＬＵＳＩＯＮ

тнє вσяη ωαяяισя

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I feel it deep within,
It's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become
The nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster

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✒ Hello there my name would be Illusion. I dont really know why i was called this but i think its quite an unusual but also quite cool. My mother,Destiny. Has a beautiful white coat. That actually glistened in the sun.She was so beautiful and she was the first thing i saw when i was born. Apparently my father, Coal was a brown wolf mixed with white and tan. Apparently he was once a strong and bold wolf. But i'll tell you more about him later. I dont really know where my ebony black color came from as neither my parents had black in them. But im glad to have it. I am the age of four years. I am quite young but then again old enough to know alot. I know alot as i know that i am a brute. And have been all my life. And i think i am staying that way as well. I am a strong warrior in River pack and i always will be no matter what happens. I will stay protective to my pack and stay loyal. Im not want to cheat with another pack.



✒ My body type is strong and lean. I am well built. Although i also have my weak points. They are my back legs. I sometimes have trouble with jumping. When i land pain shots up my leg and i sometimes have to stop and wait a while before i carry on. I would say i am quite good at fighting as i am a warrior. But i think sometimes i have my weak spots in that to. When other wolves are bigger then me i guess i get more worried that im not going to win.My eyes are like silver. But not. There kind of blue but really light. They are very strange but i guess everyone is strange in their own way.



✒ He has a weird character. He is so very kind and affectionate to others. He can sometimes be a bit snappy. When he was growing up he was taught two kinds of kindness. One being kind and the other being a sarcastic kind. He didn't really understand why they where different until he did a sarcastic kind to a pregnant fae. And she didn't take it to nicely. He can be snappy when he wants to be, as his father was a strong wolf and was very strict. He is only snappy when he is trying to prove his point. He is also snappy when someone snaps at him. And then he can be quite horrible. But who isn't horrible when someone is horrible to him. Most other wolves are scared of him and keep out of his way because he is lead fighter and they dont want to get in his way.When he is kind and caring he can be a lovely wolf to be around, and you will never want to leave his side. He isn't looking for love but some wolves take his kindness into the wrong prospective. And assume he is flirting. You will be bale to tell the difference to his kindness and the way he flirts when he finds the right female to flirt with.



✒ His background isn't really that interesting. He was just taught the wrong way by his mother and taught the right from his father. He was in the pack of Dots of Glory. He wasn't a very Manly name but his father had only picked it for the love of his mother. Illusion doesn't really know the history of his parents but he knew that they were both loners and they were best friends. There were alone and most probably lost.After a while of surviving through the harshest of winters. They both decided to start a pack. They had seen Loners walking around but had decided to keep away. Obviously His father ( Coal ) Became the Alpha and Illusion's mother became Alpha Fae (Destiny). They went around finding as many lonesome wolves as they could find. After a months worth of searching they had started quite a big pack . Everyone was quite happy, but winter was coming up , which is the worst season of the year.The pack went through the harsh winter. Losing most of the wolves, from not enough food and frostbite. The pack that was left was furious for losing there loved ones. But neither Coal or Destiny could do anything. The mourned for the dead and prayed that winter would be over soon . The harsh Winter soon did finish. And spring began to appear. The pack and grown a little bigger and the female wolves where now in season. Night knew what he wanted from sliver and so they had Illusion. Only a few months after Illusion was born they were under attack by another back who had seemed to have crossed territory. Night was not impressed and declared a fight. Obviously We won but 1 had died and most were badly injured. Illusion had been the one who was injured. He was kept away from the fight but the other wolves had still got to him. He screeched and tried to defend himself but he now has a firm scar running down his chest. Mostly hidden by his fur. Illusion was taught well by his father. The way of hunting and fighting and even if he got into trouble, the way of medication. Illusion learned quickly and became strong. He was always helping out when his mother was not. One day his mother had come back injured. And quite badly. She died within the next 24 hours. Illusion and His father both Grieved for her. And mostly spent there time alone in there dens reflecting. They had known who it had been. As the pack had left them a warning when they had won. Coal decided to accuse them and then once again got them into a fight. It was a large fight and most of his pack had gone. But both Illusion and Coal stood strong at the front. Making sure they wouldn't die. And they would win for his mothers sake. After hours of fighting. The did eventually win. but blood was trickling down every part of body and there wasn't a piece of fur that wasn't red. After Illusion sitting in his den for days on end. He soon came to a conclusion. He wanted to run. He could not bare continuously getting into fight. He stood and and he ran. He never looked back. He never went back either. He kept running until night time started to come upon him. He would lay down under a tree and fall asleep to wake up with the sun peaking through the leaves. He searched and searched for a new back trying to avoid both his old pack and the one they kept fighting with. he soon found this one. And this is where he is now.




✒ My love life is not exactly great. I find it hard to find the right fae wolf. I never really grew up with crushes or mates. But i used to admire the relationship my parents had. And i want that kind of relationship. But i dont think i will until i am a bit older. I have no crush at the moment but im sure my bond will grow with some fae's and i will fall in love. But at the moment i have no crush. Which also means i dont have a mate. Which then also means i dont have pups either. Although i would quite like to have pups so my generation doesnt just end here. I'd like my generation to go on for a while. So i can tell stories to my grand kids and they can pass it on to the grand kids. Ect.

- Done! -

[Dalliance,]

♛ ＲＡＹＮＥ

тнє вσяη вєтα

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I'm an angel with a shotgun,
fighting til' the wars won,
I don't care if heaven
won't take me back.
I'll throw away my faith, babe,
just to keep you safe.
Don't you know you're everything I have?
..and I, wanna live, not just survive, tonight.

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➽ Hello there my little love's. I'd like to let you know that my name is Rayne. But not like the weather rain. As it is spelt differently.I dont really have a nick name but i guess you could call me Ray? I dont really mind what you call me as long as it is nothing rude. I am now an age of 3 and a half years. I guess i may seem young to be a beta. But i am confident of where i am in the pack. I am also in Poison pack. I am happy to be in this pack. I know that we are on out last warning with River pack. I really want to stay alliances with these wolves but if it really comes to it i will fight and defend my pack and not look as river pack as our friends anymore.



➽ I guess my body type... Is umm.. I am elegant if that helps. I like to do things carefully. I know i can be rough when it needs to be but i am mostly soft and gentle. But i can sometimes forget what im doing. I think that is my problem i dont remember things very well. So if i do one thing and not the other that you have asked me to do then you might need to remind me. Hehe. I am quite large for my age and i know i have a beautiful white coat but some wolves get me mixed up whether i am a brute or fae. But i am absolutely 100% a fae. No doubt about it. My eyes are a very dark yellow but light brown. I dont really know how to explain it. But there kind of yellow i guess. Maybe hazel is the right word to use. As i said before i have a white coat. With no markings just white all over like the snow. I guess i'd be really good at hunting in the snow as no prey could see me. Haha.



➽ Her personality is hers. No one else will have one like her. Maybe similar but not the same. She is shy and likes to keep to herself. Well she grew up alone with no siblings so she is used to be by herself and she quite likes it. She likes to go off and think. Think about whatever, day dream or just look up at the sky. Its her time. Being alone, is hers and no one will ruin that.As she is sweet she doesn't really like to get into trouble and keeps her mouth mostly shut. She never speaks in rudeness and usually only nods her head or shakes it.She doesn't like to talk as anyone might take it the wrong way and get offended. But as she is quite she is sweet and kind and tries never to be mean. The only time she would be mean was in a fight. When she finds a good enough friend she will start to cheer herself up. She is actually very nice and funny. She is not quite around her friends and can say what she likes. Just some wolves that she doesn't know. She is really nice and she is perfect. But not her looks. Just her kind personality. She is a hard worker. And she listens alot. She isn't a great fighter but she is good enough to win a fight when needed. She is quite ruff.



➽ She doesn't really like to talk about her history as it makes her upset. She usually takes her time out of the day to reflect on it. She also isn't keen to tell other people about her history, as they would think she was a baby and they would probably take the Micky out of her.She has been a loner for all her life and has only know known what it was like to live in a pack. She finds it hard to try and work together with other wolves as she spent her life fighting them. To protect herself. She has been a loner all of her life because she was born that way. She was born as a loner. Now that is no way for a wolf to be born. Her mother was chased out of the pack and banished. She didn't understand why as her mother didn't get time to tell her that. After giving birth to Rayne. She did most things to protect her and to make sure she was ok. Until one day , when they were trying to find some meat. They went a little bit to far and they could hear dogs and gun shots. Rayne; to young to understand. Stayed with her mother. "Go! Rayne GO!" Her mother shouted. But Rayne wouldn't shift. She stood still with her mother afraid to move away from her side. They got closer and eventually her mother had to make her run. They ran and ran but the dogs had already picked up there scent. Her mum knew that the dogs had found them as she could hear there howls in the distance. She shoved Rayne into a hedge and carried on running. She had to slow down after a while as she had bad legs and she couldn't run for long on them. She could soon hear the warm breath of the dogs on her back. She could also her the pounding of hooves behind her. Then the gun shot and got her directly in the chest. She fell over herself. And lay half dead on the floor. She closed her eye and tear fell down from it and landed on her cheek. She then died. After Rayne was sure the dogs had gone she chased after them but keeping her distance away so she wouldn't get caught.She found her mother soon and found the teardrop dried on her fur. She sat with her mother until night. She cried and then decided to leave. Just in case the dog ever came back. She licked her mothers muzzle and then ran away.



➽ Love Life.. Hmm .. Well, i dont really have a crush, There's not really any brutes that have caught my eye yet. I like to keep my crushes to myself. And i am not someone to tell everyone my secrets. Umm, i've never really had a crush as i was brought up as a loner and didn't see many other wolves apart from my mother. I dont have a mate either but i'd really like to have one as i'd like to be taken care of and stuff. But i can wait a while as i am still young and free. And i also want pups but i think everyone wants pups somewhere in the life.

- Done c: -

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x X Roan X x
Ranking
Loner(unless there are no loners allowed, then he would do well as a hunter for Riverpack)
Age
3
Gender
Male
Mate
N/A
Body type: Born with the lean and wiry physique for stealth and moderate strength, his life of time spent as a loner has cleaned his bones of any ounce of fat; thinning him to absolute healthiness. There was a bit of Northern wolf blood put in somewhere in his family tree, resulting in his longer legs and superior height to mostly everybody he meets. His face is made of beatifically sharp angles, with a fine jawline and a straight nose with sculpted pointed ears, earning him the nickname 'Foxy' from his close friends. Roans legs are long, ending with paws perhaps a tad big in comparison to the rest of his nicely-proportioned self. His abdomen curves nicely upward at the stomach, giving him the clean-cut appearance of someone who is regularly active and young along with a arched neck and bowed tail to finish off the look of a more noble variety.
Eye color: Pleasantly light green with interchanging bits of darker green and soft-yellow flecks, like the variety of greens and shades you would see if you tilted your head back and looked up into a leaf-laden tree in the springtime. At their center is a ring of dark and smoldering amber, his eyes are what most would call almond-shaped, yet so mellow a description cannot completely fit with their slant in shape and devilishly playful and restless mood. Ringed in dark, spikey honey-tipped lashes, his eyes are arguably the most attractive thing about him.
Fur color: Most are reminded of autumn when they catch sight of his unruly pelt. His fur has an almost metallic quality with its golden ends and honeyed highlights against the dark mahogany richness of his under fur and roots. His fur is of varying lengths over all, liking to spike up in soft swirls on his proud chest and stand up in handsome disarray on his forehead. His paws are all the darker hue of his under fur, peppered with some golden flecks, as is the shorter velveteen fur of his face. The hollows of his eyes are each a little darker than the rest of his face, a line of softer gold dust streaked along the crest of each cheekbone, drawing attention to the variety of color changes to his fur. A flat black colors his nose, nails, and the inner curve of his pointed ears. BAM --this is essentially what his fur is like
Bio/Personality
Quick to return a smile and just as quick to lend a helping paw, Roan is an easy one to find yourself depending on for his never-fading smiling eyes and sweet hums. When you are first acquainted to him the only thing you can really know for sure is that he is entirely enrapturing with how easygoing and easy to talk to he is. Roan is not one to start fights, though he is well-known for being able to end one. He has never felt the queasy feeling of indecision or nervousness, always being completely sure of his actions and ready to pay any consequences that may become of them. His charming ways extend into every aspect of his living, but is perhaps tarnished by how restless he is underneath everything; eager for adventure and always ready for something new to try. Roan is calm and steady compared to most males, and the way that most become aware of his presence is when they suddenly have a completely still spot in their vision. In crowds when you look for someone it’s usually the color of their fur or a distinctive voice characteristic that you are searching for, but for Roan it is his stillness. He could be among hundreds in a crowd and you would instantly be able to find him just because of how still and solid seeming he is. One of the most consistent things about him is how inconsistent he is; one to go out of his way to bring little unexpected trinkets for friends he may not have even seen recently, or to suddenly pick up and leave all of his belongings and take a walkabout of the distant territories. His attitudes towards other males are generally good-natured and gentlemanly, but he knows who he likes and who he doesn’t and will not make a secret of it. His number of enemies is next to none, and most are due to his talents as a fighter and their hurt feelings over being beat in any kind of conflict. To the doves he is sweet and polite, not afraid or unabashed to pay a wink and compliment where they are due.
History
Roan is as simple as can be when it comes to his past life. He was born to a pair of rangy loners, in a litter for five where he was neither the largest nor the smallest. Growing up was rough in a life or death way, for their small family number meant that every hunt and kill that they made had to happen perfectly in order to preserve their fairy tail life of loner freedom. One by one his family members have peeled away from their parents, siblings now roaming far and wide in a little net of a wide-cast family. Roan was the first to leave, and his heart still thrums with excitement and adventure just as it did on his first hunt and first day truly playing a loner. He has ranged far in his travels since his youth, and his entry into this territory has not been easily won to his warmer-blooded body. He is still very new to the harsher climate.
Writing Sample
This is a short story I wrote, but my RPing is very similar in detailing.

x X Kirsten X x
Ranking
Scout for Poisonpack
Age
2
Gender
Fea
Mate
N/A
Body type: Kirsten appears to be a lot taller than she really is due to her personality, but when she’s a more quieter version of herself, or if you’re lucky enough to be embracing her, the surprising realization of how slender and small she really is hits you hard. She’s basically the average height for a female, but just a bit shorter. Her feminine figure has the curse of the curves, able to snag a males attention with her eye pleasing figure and almost dainty paws and nicely rounded ears. But don’t dare ever underestimate her strength; Kirsten is probably as strong as any well-muscled male due to her endless hours of running and her natural ability to retain energy for long periods of time.
Eye color: Bright and magnetic emerald, with rarely seen gold flecks that like to make appearances when she’s feeling... impulsive. The constellations seem to wink in her gaze, drawing others nearer.
Fur color: Her fur is a shade of blue that can only be seen in nature on the darkest of nights, when one looks up into the sky and sees that deep shade of secrets. Whispers of lighter blue are seen around her eyes and underside and the inner curves of her fine ears. Her fur is also dusted with gold over her high cheekbones and nicely curved shoulder blades, with a random and rarely seen white pinpoint in the inside of her left leg; like the Northern star caught without its surrounding constellations.
Bio/Personality
Kirsten is a difficult dove to understand unless you know her whole story. She puts on a light and fun front, someone you can’t help but get a happy buzz from just by being in the same general area as her. That is how she always seems to be, her body practically humming with ceaseless energy and her whole being filled with an almost hungry need for something that even she doesn’t know yet. Kirsten is the fastest runner you will ever hope to find, she’s spent her life perfecting every different pace. She’s usually flirty, never turning down a dare and often getting into some trouble for it, but not caring about the risks. Her wits are often overlooked, unexpected by someone who is always moving and seems to be short of attention. She was raised as a privileged alpha-healer pup though, and knows all about history, geography, astrology, and everything else her studies spoke endlessly of. If that had been her passion, a fine scholar she would have made. With her ability to learn things quick and apply them to the world around her. She has a cunning side, strategic and evasive all at once, daring others to come closer with her presence. Kirsten’s whole being runs on pure energy, only sleeping when her body forces her to due to some rather intense nightmares that cloud her at all times. She has been known to disappear from any contact with the other pack members for days at a time, but if you howl for her she will always come. She can be icy at times, flinching from almost any touch even though she hides it well. She’s an easily lovable and trustable young fae, earning her people respect and love effortlessly, though she doesn’t trust others nearly as well.
History
Her past is one of extreme trial and error, and to tempt her horror-filled past from her lips would draw you up short with wonder at how such a fea is still living. For she has been through many foolish situations brought on by her mislead heart. Both too daring and too pretty for her own good, Kirsten grew up with many young males in her fathers proud pack. When they were young she was merely their playfriend, learning how to tumble and play rough with the boys was simple to her then. But as they all grew, her friends affectionate glances turned into stares of unrestrained wild emotions as her beauty bloomed. Soon she was underestimating just how friendly these males were to her, and now she has a name to match with every scar hidden beneath her thick fur, and an icy mistrust of any physical contact no matter how small. When she was of age she fled her pack with relish, and has wandered far and wide to find a home here instead. Even though she has been a member for at least a month now, her presence in the pack has not been very forward yet. She is still rather mentally wrapped up in her memories of home, and has strayed from getting close to anyone. being that she is from another territory, her body has not yet taken on the rougher sharpness of the prey-scarce land. Nor has her fur starting growing thicker to adjust to the lower-than-average winter temps.

[Gà.]

Nvm.