Raven
Male; Elder; 12 Years
His fur was black but is mostly grey at this point, and often pups see him as an old sack of bones. How one wolf lived to such an age is beyond many, especially with his rough past. However, his right eye is still bright golden with life, despite the left being clouded over and blind. He was a large wolf in his prime, bigger than most, and remains so despite his thinning fur and skinny frame. He has a large ropy scar over his right shoulder down his right foreleg, and that limb often stiffens up in the cold. It's true he is getting towards the end of his life and probably won't make it past another winter, but he has seen and knows much about life and living and often enraptures the pups and younger wolves alike with stories of Alphas past and the ancestors above.
In his lifetime he has earned the feathers of Albatross, Dove (although his mate as since passed), Duck, Golden Eagle (although he has long stepped down - if allowed), Eider (he was a loner before having joined the pack, and for a long time he was not trusted; this has since changed), Goose (for he was once a hotheaded young wolf), Osprey, and his most recent (although many a moon ago,) Owl.
He was almost a year old when taken in by the pack and his gold eyes and black coat made many suspicious, as well as his lack of knowledge about their ways. The name 'Raven' was given to him almost as a cruel joke, since he had been a loner. He knew nothing of feathers or their life, and his first feather received was not the Duck but rather the Eider; for two years he did not speak. He came off as secretive and non-trustworthy, and it was not until he received a ducks feather, symbolizing rebirth, was he slowly accepted. Once that time came and the pack realized his potential, as well as the fact that the reason he didn't talk was because he simply was never taught the words, he quickly climbed the ranking, eventually achieving Beta. However, after a bad injury that he almost didn't survive he chose to step down and focus on healing and regaining movement in his right foreleg. Many moons passed since then and instead of retaking his position he was content to be a subordinate and continue to serve the pack however he could. His main focus now seems to be his grand-pup and raising her.
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Larkspur; "Lark"
Female; Subordinate ; 2 Years
Black coat, violet eyes. She is smaller than most wolves but not by much. She is mainly built for speed and uses it to take down prey as well as a heavier wolf might. Shes a good young wolf with a smart head on her shoulders. But one thing that is striking about this she wolf is her almost sad gaze and the scar over her right eye. She acts happy around the other wolves, but if you catch her when she doesn't think anyone is looking she often seems very far away and lonely.
She has earned the feathers of Duck, Chickadee, Hummingbird, Sparrow and Kestrel, which is impressive for a young wolf. Many seem to think her finding her Hummingbird feather right after she received her Duck has made her lucky in receiving feathers.
She is a quiet but thoughtful soul who knows all too well how harsh life can be. Her father was a rogue wolf, and not long after she was born; her mother fell sick from a rabbit that had been poisoned. Her mother pulled through for another year but remained weak and eventually fell to a particularly cold night. When her mother didn't wake, she did not mourn. She only quietly watched before Raven took over her care and raised her like his own daughter. He however hasn't told her outright he is actually her grand-sire, so she just thinks of him more as a kind old wolf rather than family.
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Haight (Pronounced like Height)
Male; Loner; 5
Reddish brown coat, gold eyes. He is a larger wolf with darker points on his ears tips, tail tips, and along the ridge of his back. He is a bit oddly proportioned, with large paws and large ears that make him look a bit more like an overgrown pup rather than a fully grown wolf.
He left his previous pack with a young she wolf he had hoped to start a new pack with; however she decided she wanted to go back to the safety of their old pack. Haight did not, so he continued to roam as a loner, enjoying the freedom of the winds calling his name.
He has no feathers for he does not know of the Tribe.
