My name is Raine. I have no idea what were my parents thinking when they named me, since I hate the rain. It'sdepressing. Don't take it wrong. I respect that you probably like the rain, but I prefer sunny days when the sky is a deep baby blue and the clouds swim endlessly while the sun's rays brush against me. Those days are perfect. I can't remember a rainy day that I could say I was happy. I have no happy moments in the rain, so I don't attach it to the feeling good. The snow is alright. I like the snow, since I can camouflage in it and take down anyone. So yeah, even though the snow is frosted rain, I like it better. 
I'm sure you already got the point that I'm a girl. Fae, female, vixen, two X chromosomes, whatever you call it. Even though I act a little, let's say unladylike sometimes, I do have my softer side. Being young, 3 yrs. and a half, looking for a new start. I don't have a rank, or a pack, so yeah... But I'm looking forward to joining one soon.
Pups are cute. I've always liked them, but I doubt I'd be a good mother. And anyway, I don't have a mate, less, a crush, so I don't see a family in my future. I'll be happy enough with a pack to have company, since that's what's this is all about. Company. My father used to say, "Because the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack." Very wise words, when you think them over. For now, I just know that I'm as lonely as it can get, though, I'm not complaining. I'm fine as I am. Actually learned a few tricks on my own. But that's just me, and as the saying goes it would only be wise to listen.


I really don't like speaking about my great attitude, but since you insist... I'm stubborn. Real stubborn. Don't know why, but I just love to go against whatever they tell me. It's gives me the air of rebellious. Then I can say that I'm spontaneous. I come up with the craziest things you could think of. I also get off track a lot. Usually start speaking of one thing and end up with another. And my big flaw is: that I can be too annoying. Can't explain why for this one neither, but I just know everyone I know calls me that at least once. Sometimes I can seem like a cold-heart if I'm not in a good mood, but take it from me, even I amaze myself sometimes when I turn really sweet and caring. Rare occasion, and I'm sure it won't happen again. I don't like to open up to others. I simply don't, and it'll never change. At least, I've not met someone who I can say that I trust enough to open up. Never really have.
My past is.. peculiar. I don't like to really talk about it. I was born in a pack. But then my parents turned into loners. I don't know why. They just told me that we couldn't stay there anymore. It was winter when we left, and mother cached a disease. We didn't know she was sick until she could barely stand. My father was worried over her strange actions before, and he asked me and my three siblings about it, but, what would we know? We were just four single minded pups. So at the end, my dear mother died before I could get a clear idea of what was she like. I only remember a blurry image of her soft brown eyes, caring smile, and scent. So mother is just a memory I want to keep tied to me for as long as possible, even though I hardly knew her. And dad, well, dad was dad. He taught the four of us how to survive in hunting, and fighting tactics, but he was never really into us. He loved us like you love someone you care about, but never like he loved mother. And her death scarred him forever. He would always teach us lessons, and play with us. Make sure we were happy, but with the distant look in his eyes I knew he was not. He was broken.
And dad didn't live long enough for me to try to help him. One day hunters came by, and dad had been out hunting. We never saw him again after he left that morning saying good-bye and that he'll be back soon. The last thing I heard of him was a strangled cry, just after the sound of a shot.
Then my brothers and I parted different ways, with different purposes. My older brother, wanted to start a pack of his own. Next older sibling left with a she-wolf he met afterwards and I don't know what happened afterwards. My younger brother joined a pack nearby, and I? Well, I became a loner. I loved my brothers and their playfulness but now that we had nothing to share between us the leash was broken and we were free. However I had no intention of starting alone like that. So I started searching for my father. Of course, the only thing I ever found was a few drops of blood, and that told me everything. Afterwards I been a lonesome loner. Not really caring of where to go.
OK. I know I'm short, but don't rub it in my face! I hate it when others mock me because of my height. My brothers did that all the time, and it always ended up in a fight. Continuing, I have Heterochromia, meaning that I have one eye blue, the other one brown. My fur tone is white, however, I have different shades of colors in it. Some blonde, others a little brownish, or then just plain white. Call me multicolored if you want -no, please. I'm petite and fast. Skilled hunter, but because of my height I'm terribly teased, and I hate climbing trees because it makes me feel too tall. Say I like being close to the ground. And then there is my fear of water. I don't care to go across a shallow pond, or small creek, but ask me to swim on the profound part and I'll run a mile. It's just... I don't know how to swim. I hate the idea of not feeling the earth beneath my paws, so yeah, I hate swimming. Oh, and another flaw would be if you anger me. I easily snap, so don't get me mad.

