Mora
Age: 10 Months
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Pack: Dark Moon Pack
Rank: Trainee
Desired Rank: Unknown
Personality
Mora isn't always really there, mentally. She'll look like she's listening, but in reality, her mind is miles away, focused on something in the distant future and preparing for any possible event. To befriend her is a long and grueling task, which often doesn't seem like it's worth it. While she views her pack as allies, she is suspicious of almost everything. If she doesn't completely shut you down in your first attempt to talk to her, her curiosity will grow. If you're patient enough to wait months, or even years, she'll test your bond and loyalty with three challenges or tasks. Should you complete them and still stick with her, she'll accept you as a friend. Despite her distant personality and her distrust, even of her own pack, she has a soft spot for pups, and is constantly worried about the state of her pack, and what she can do to help and support it.
History
Mora always watched from the distance and showed no trust, even towards her own family. For that reason, her family never quite knew her. At first, her parents tried to reach out to her, to get her to play with her littermates or talk with them or even just make a friend, but the more times she shut them out, the less they tried. She'd say no. They left her alone. End of story. Soon, her mother left, leaving behind her mate and pups. There was no explanation, seemingly no reason, but she was gone. Mora's father followed shortly after, leaving a gaggle of pups behind. Mora seemingly disappeared into the background after that. She was already good at separating herself, but then? She was even better, melting away and being rarely seen from sun-up to sun-down, reappearing by the time nightfall had come.
Parents: Unkown
Siblings: Unkown
Crush: None
Mate: None
Pups: None
TS: Gasoline (clean) - Halsey
Voice Claim: Scarlet Johansson
To run with the wolf was to run in the shadows, the dark ray of life, survival and instinct. A fierceness that was both proud and lonely, a tearing, a howling, a hunger and thirst. Blessed are they who hunger and thirst...The will to take one's place in the world. To say 'I am here'. To say 'I am'. -O.R. Melling