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The Basics:
Name:
Kangee
Nickname(s):
Kan, Raven (That's what her name means)
Age:
4 Years
Gender:
Female|She-wolf|B*tch
Rank wanted:
Beta
Rank:
Subordinates

The Details:
Coat:(Length)
Medium length during the warm seasons, thick and long during the cold seasons
Fur Colour:
Common black with cream and brown on her belly and snips of white and brown along her chest and muzzle.
Eye Colour:
Golden amber
Markings/Scars:
Two. One runs along her loin to the point of her rump on the right side, the other is from her shoulder to her elbow on the left. Always there to remind her of her past...
Build:
Her legs are long and strong, but they were built for running, not attacking. Her body is slim and she never gains weight, no matter how much she eats. Born to fly like the wind.

Persona:
Personality:
Kangee is usually stoic, impassive and reserved. She refuses most questions about her past to people who did not know her identity already, and even then treated most of them coldly and indifferently, and with a very serious attitude. Her span of tolerance is short, and she frequently becomes annoyed or impatient with people around her. She also tends to be opinionated and outspoken.
Kangee is very passionate in all that she engages herself in. She is compassionate, but she is also very proud. Because of her past, she has become solitary, suspicious, and practical. She was always wary of everyone, from strangers to her closest friends, and her suspicion made her dislike taking chances, especially for the sake of others. She would not hesitate to defend herself or whatever she held dear, no matter the cost to others. Kan is also very intelligent and strong-willed. She is also quite stubborn on occasion. Whenever she makes a decision, nothing can change her mind.
History:
W.I.P
Weaknesses:
Swimming and fighting.
Strengths:
Agility, running, being able to out-smart her opponents, and getting things done.
Talents:
Agility, she can get through most obstacles set for her, and she can kind of climb trees. Well, she jumps into them really.
Habits:
She has a bad habit of speaking before she thinks.

Relations:
Crush
No one|Do something nice for her and gain her trust.
Mate:
No one| Win her love
Pups:
None| Maybe one day
Friends:
Not many wolves like being around her.
Enemies:
Loads
Family:
Where-about unknown or Dead



The Basics:
Name:
Hakan
Nickname(s):
Han, Fire (that's what his name means)
Age:
3 Years
Gender:
Male|Dog
Rank wanted:
Any but what he has
Rank:
Omega

The Details:
Coat:(Length)
Short and thin most of the time, it gets thicker in the winter.
Fur Colour:
White with splashes of grey, brown, and cream in random places.
Eye Colour:
Dark brown
Markings/Scars:
To many to count.
Build:
Thin and scrawny at the moment, but he used to be muscular and strong.

Persona:
Personality:
Hakan is a hard one to decipher because he’s so fluently changing all of the time. One moment he may appear to you as completely approachable and friendly and at another time he might radiate the need to be left alone. A lot of that has to do with the fact that he’s rapidly adapting to the environment and situations that he’s being placed in, the rest is more focused toward the reality that he never really had the experience of socially adjusting anywhere. It’s questionable as to whether he’s unsure of himself and where he in fact lies in all of this, if it’s his more definitive personality, or, what he’d like himself to be. Hakan doesn’t keep to one standardized image and tends to vary between his personality flaws and habits.
History:
W.I.P
Weaknesses:
Running and agility. He is always tripping over his paws.
Strengths:
Fighting, I know it doesn't sound good, but he was the top fighter in his old pack. He does not land many blows, but let's his opponent where himself down.
Talents:
Hiding. Most would think he would be easily spotted with the color of his fur, but he uses the bright color in ways most would not htink about.
Habits:
Sneaking out of camp even though he's not supposed to.

Relations:
Crush
No One/Open
Mate:
No One| Omegas aren't allowed to have mates. Besides, who would go for one anyway?
Pups:
None
Friends:
None
Enemies:
Oh, he's got a lot of those.
Family:
None

[cherie.fleur]

(Accepted, let me know which packs do you want your characters to be in!)

[chemical.]

{ Joining .

Edit - Completed . }

The Basics:

Name:

Leto.

"My father named me Leto after his brother, who he had lost to illness just a few days before my arrival. I'm not sure what it means, if anything, or where it comes from, but I am proud to be named after my fathers' sibling and closest friend."

Nickname(s):

None.

"I'd prefer it if you didn't come up with a nickname for me. Leto is short enough and it's my name, it doesn't need to be changed."

Age:

Four years young.

"It's been a while since I was asked to think about my age. I'm glad I can still remember, though it doesn't mean much to me. It's just a number that states how long I have been walking this planet, what does it matter?"

Gender:

Male.

"I must have made it difficult for you to tell. I am a male, at least I believe I am. Unless I have my anatomy mixed up then yes, I am definitely a male."

Rank wanted:

Subordinate.

"I don't need some high-and-mighty rank. I'm happy just being a pack member in the first place."

Rank:

Not given.

"I've no rank, yet."

Pack:

Agustino Souls.

"Happy to have a pack again, to be honest. I almost missed having others around."

The Details:

Coat:(Length)

Average.

"My coat is a bit thicker than some, but as for length it is average."

Fur Colour:

White and black.

"My fur is mostly white, with tips on my ears and muzzle, along with some black hairs here and there on my legs and body. My tail has a bit of black in it as well."

Eye Colour:

Blue.

"My eyes are a pale blue, given to me by my father."

Markings/Scars:

Two major scars.

"I have one scar on my right cheek. It starts at the corner of my mouth and snakes up to the base of my right ear. It has faded somewhat, but is still visible. I got it during a fight with some loner, protecting my sister. The second visible scar I have is on my hind left leg. It is a long scar, starting actually on my paw pad and stretching up to the base of my tail. I know, how did that happen? I was hunting near a frozen river and got kicked by a deer while trying to take it down with my sister. I slipped back on the ice when it hit me and a fell, breaking some of it. I fell into the hole, and the edge of the ice was very sharp. I cut my paw pad then ran up the rest of my leg as I slipped further down. I looked more like a red wolf than I white one for the next couple days."

Build:

Muscular, lean.

"I have a strong, muscular build. One built for battle, yet I'm surprisingly light on my paws and can move very quickly."

Persona:

Personality:

Quiet, thoughtful, wise, kind, brave.

"Now you ask me to describe myself? What will be next, I wonder. Fine. I am quiet for one, very much so. No not shy, just quiet. I tend to keep out of conversations and speak little when I am drawn into them. I won't lie, though, when I am angered by one's words I will argue as I see fit. I suppose you could say I am thoughtful, as well. I always carefully mull over every possible response before I pick the right one. Well not necessarily the 'right one' - more like the one that corresponds with my emotions at that given time. Intelligent? More so than others I've had the displeasure of knowing. I have the wit to know when enough if enough, when to walk away and when to back down. I know right from wrong, when to stay silent and when to speak up. I know to watch my back and to place my trust carefully. Simple things that many wolves I have met do not understand, which keep me out of trouble. I can be kind. If I want to. Don't get me wrong, I'm not an all-out silent, brooding type. I can be fun and adventurous, kind and gentle. I can even come up with a few good on-the-spot jokes, I have just yet to meet any wolf who I like enough to put the effort into being joyful for."

History:

Average.

"Nothing special, really. Sorry I don't have some heart-jerking sob story prepared for you, but I'd prefer to tell it as it happened. I was born into a small pack. It was really only my family three other wolves, and the alpha. My parents were Zervan - a black wolf with brown eyes. He was a big softie when it came to his pack. - and Piuma, a light brown timber wolf with amber eyes. I never knew her that well, though. I spent most of my time with Father. Mother and my sisters, Missy and Aella, normally kept away from us. I'm not sure why, maybe because they thought we weren't much fun. We weren't, really. Me and Father would just sit on the side of camp and muse about the most random things, or watch the camp mill about around us. We were the only two that preferred to keep quiet and to ourselves, rather than play and converse with the pack, so we went well together. I had a normal upbringing, nothing drastic happened. The first big event in my life happened when I was about one, one and a half years old. My sisters had been playing in the creek and Aella slipped, getting caught at the bottom and breaking her neck. It was a sad time, but I was thankful that she at least didn't feel much pain when it happened. She could have had far worse deaths. I was about three years old when I finally left my birth pack. Me and Missy went together, and it had sure been a long time coming. I was ready to get out of that same old stretch of woodland, that same dull camp, and that same boring routine. Each day it was the same sights, smells, and actions. I was done, and so was Missy. We traveled together for a while, until not long ago we came across out new pack. It's been okay, even nice in this new place so far. Hopefully it will be more exciting than our old pack. There now you know my whole exciting adventure of a life. Happy?"

Weaknesses:

Stamina, pride, and Missy.

"So, I admit it. I have a soft spot for my sister Missy, and will protect her at all costs. I also hate asking for help. My father never needed help, he could always get everything done on his own, and I am determined to be a great wolf like him."

Strengths:

Planning, battle, and speed.

"I don't mean to sound conceited or anything, but I am best at fighting. Strength in battle comes naturally to me, as does tactics. I can last for a fair time, though I admit my stamina is... Somewhat lacking."

Talents:

Nothing special.

"What, did you expect me to be able to fly around above your head while bending the elements to my will? No, I'm just a normal wolf."

Habits:

None.

"Nothing unusual, unless you count always being very sarcastic."

Relations:

Crush

None.

"I have hardly met a wolf I would like to entertain a friendly relationship with, let alone get romantically involved with."

Mate:

None.

"Did we not just go over this? No, I have no partner. Or 'mate' as it is called now I suppose. My old pack never liked that word."

Pups:

None.

"No, I have no young. Though I do have a soft spot for them, so perhaps one day."

Friends:

Missy.

"Missy is really my only close friend, she is the only one who can stand my personality."

Enemies:

None.

"'Enemy' is a strong word. There are many wolves who dislike me, and many wolves who I dislike, but enemies, no."

Family:

Zervan, Piuma, Justice, Leto, Missy, Aella.

"My parents were Zevran and Piuma. They were not very old when I left the pack, so I believe they are still alive. Aella is my dead sister, and Missy my remaining live sister. Justice was my fathers sister, and the alpha of my birth pack. Leto was my fathers brother, and my namesake, who died fighting to protect his pack. If I have any more family I do not know them."

The Basics:

Name:

Missy.

"My mother named me Missy because when I was younger I would get into all sorts of trouble. She had taken to yelling 'Get back here little Missy!' and things of the like whenever I stirred up trouble, so after a couple of days that just became my name. Originally she had planned to name me Story, but I like Missy better."

Nickname(s):

None.

"Well my dad used to call me Lil' Miss, but I'll be honest here. If you are a grown wolf calling a another grown wolf Lil' Miss, I'm going to be concerned for you. Feel free to make something else up, if you wish."

Age:

Four years old.

"Ugh, I know. Old, right? Haha! I'll be a grandmother soon enough!"

Gender:

Female.

"I am a fae. At least that is what I have been led to believe."

Rank wanted:

Subordinate.

"I don't need anything more than to be an average pack member."

Rank:

None.

"Once I'm given a rank, I'll let you know."

Pack:

Agustino Souls

"I could never leave my brother, no matter how much I want to be in Fallen Ruins."

The Details:

Coat:(Length)

Average, a bit on the longer side.

"My coat is average in length, a bit longer and thicker than my brothers though."

Fur Colour:

Average timber wolf; brown, black, cream, gray, white.

"I look like a normal Timber Wolf. I have brown on the top of my head, then white and black on the rest of my face. My underside is a light creamy, tanish color. My back is tanish white with black fringe."

Eye Colour:

Blue-gray.

"My eyes are a pale blueish gray color. Leto got fathers eyes, Aella mothers, and I got a little mix of both."

Markings/Scars:

Nothing unusual.

"I have a few scars here and there, but nothing really worth mentioning."

Build:

Strong, lean, slender.

"I have a slender build with long legs and a bushy tail, but I'm also strong enough to stand my own in a fight."

Persona:

Personality:

Kind, playful, light-hearted, active, cautious, honest.

"Sigh. I hate talking about me. It makes me feel self-centered. But if you must know, alright. I am kind for one. Is kind the right word? Sweet? I don't know, you get the gist anyway. I'm nice, unlike Mr. Grumpy, my brother Leto, who is only nice when he feels like it. Which is rare. Really rare. Anyway... I'm playful, I always have been. What can I say? I hate sitting around and putting myself in a sober mood when there are wolves to be at least conversed with. I hate it when others are sad or in a bad mood, and because of this I will always do my best to raise the energy of those around me. If a pack mate if feeling down, I will do whatever it takes to help. Be it sit silently and offer comfort or company, or lend an ear to a wolf who needs to rant or spill their mind, so be it. Anything, and I mean anything. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a stupid hot-headed fae who can't tell left from right just because I'm a bit lighter in mood than many. I grew up with Leto, lest you forget. I know how to make witty comments and make wise decisions, and I know when to be cautious. The one thing Leto says with haunt me in the future is my complete honesty. I'd never tell a lie, be it about the way I feel or something far bigger. Of course he says I'm stupid for being too open with my feelings as well. Secrets are a different story though, I'm good a keeping those, don't you worry."

History:

Average.

"I'm sorry, what? You want a heart-wrenching story that will bring you to the verge of tears? Then your in the wrong place, sorry. I only have one moment in my past that affected me greatly, maybe two. Besides, I'm sure Little Leto has told you everything already. Please don't tell him I called him that, he'll have my throat. Anyway... Okay, blah blah blah long story short I was born into a small pack. My mother was Piuma, my father Zevran. I didn't ever know father very well, I spent most of my time as a pup playing with Aella, my sister. Mother always tried to get us to interact with the boys in the family, but we rarely did. Nothing unusual happened when I was a pup, until out little trio was just about a year and a half old. Me and Aella were playing in the creek outside camp while Leto sat on the bank and watched us. Aella slipped on the stones and fell, breaking her neck on the bottom. Don't tell Leto, but I'll let you in on a little sneak-peek of what my brother is really like. The second Aella went under the surface of that creek, Leto was in the water. You wouldn't believe how hard he fought through that water to get to her, even though we both knew he was too late. He found her at the bottom and pulled her out onto the bank, refusing to let me help him. He sat beside her for so long, nudging her and begging her breathe and begging to trade places with his little sister. I would have even expected it from him, and I have known him my whole life. He carried her back to camp silently, sat beside her all night before he would allow her to be buried. Even then he carried her out of camp, dug a hole beside the creek, and buried her by himself while the rest of the pack looked on. If another wolf tried to help he would growl and send them away.He would sit beside her grave every morning for a certain amount of time, and often times would sleep out there beside it. After she died he took an interest in me. He protected me and sat with me and followed me everywhere. He did everything I asked of his and was always there, no matter what. I was glad to finally have a brother who cared so much about me. Fine, fine. I know. I'm talking Leto and not me. Well at first I shocked, during all of this. Then I just slid into a lapse of depression, acting even worse than Leto had before Aella's death. His company was all that kept me sane for a while, and all that brought me back to being my normal self. When he said he needed to get out of there, away from that pack and creek and forest, I agreed to go with him. I would never leave him, knowing what a big softie he really is. I could never do that to him, and to be honest I'd miss him too. So here we are. You're welcome, for that little clip on Leto's true emotions."

Weaknesses:

Speed, energy, and Leto.

"So, speed. Yeah I'm not really fast at all. Fast enough to catch prey, and fast enough to get out of the way when being attacked, well, sometimes, yes. But count on me to be a runner and you may be waiting. Four a few years. I'm kidding, I'm not that slow. Come on. My energy is a weakness of mine, because I have so much of it. At times. I tend to annoy others. Leto, of course, is one of my weaknesses. Protecting him from the world is one of my duties, for I couldn't bear to see him like he was that day by the creek again. It'd break my heart to see him in that much pain again."

Strengths:

Stamina, hunting, and tracking.

"I'm like my brothers other half when it comes to strengths. What he excels at, I do not. But what he sucks at I excel at! Haha! Sorry, anyway. I have great stamina, and have been known to be very good at tracking. Be it prey, predators, or other wolves, I can find it. Probably. Hunting, of course. I used to have to catch all of me and Leto's meals."

Talents:

Nothing unusual.

"Unless you count being an amazing hunter, then no. Not to sound conceited."

Habits:

Playing with her paws.

"When I'm nervous or in a bad mood I have a habit of shuffling my paws around."

Relations:

Crush

None.

"No, there's nobody I know well enough to want to be romantically involved with."

Mate:

None.

"Not that I know of. I mean, last time I checked I was single."

Pups:

None.

"Pups are just so adorable! I wish I could have some one day, but alas I have none at the moment."

Friends:

Leto.

"Leto is my closest friend right now, but I'm always against finding more!"

Enemies:

None.

"I have no enemies! Some may not like me, but I don't dislike anyone. Yet."

Family:

Zevran, Piuma, Justice, Leto, Aella, and little Leto.

"My parents were Zevran and Piuma. They were not very old when I left the pack, so I believe they are still alive. Aella is my dead sister, and Leto my brother. Justice was my fathers sister, and the alpha of my birth pack. Leto was my fathers brother, and who my brother is named after. If I have any more family I do not know them."

[gotsalt?]

Kangee will be in Agustino Souls and Hakan will go to Fallen Ruins.

[cherie.fleur]

(Thanks everyone for posting! I'll go add you to the first post, and we will start the RP after Missy's biography is done ^^)

[onlyafter2009]

Name ;
Her name is Gaiasera.
Nickname ;
Gaia, nothing more than Gaia. Calling her Sera would anger her a lot, though, Gaia is still open to whatever others would like to call her.
Age ;
Gaia is around 2 years old. Although, to be exact, she is 2 Years and 10 months old.
Gender ;
She is a female, a dove if you would like.
Rank wanted ;
Beta Female or Delta Female
Rank ;
She is currently holding the position of subordinate, until her Alpha chooses her to be some other rank.
Pack ;
Fallen Ruins Pack


Coat ;
Gaia's fur is quite short, around the length of goat fur. Though, it is thick and very warm, sometimes varies between length and is fluffier and longer around her neck, chest and tail.
Fur Color ;
Gaiasera has quite light gray fur, with some darker blueish black speckles around her shoulders to her the tip of her tail. She also has snow white specks around her chest and ears.
Eye Color ;
Gaia has gorgeous aqua blue eyes, though they shine brighter than any blue you would have ever seen. They are one of her most beautiful aspects.
Markings/Scars ;
From the bear attack that split her apart from Pure, she has three claw marks running down her rib cage and fades at the belly. It is a very large scar and surprisingly not very noticeable.
Build ;
Even though Gaia is very skinny and quite meek looking, she is very strong from her raising. Though, because of her lineage which makes her skinny and weak looking, she has to work three times as hard to be as strong, even a little bit stronger than most wolves. So she looks like she wouldn't be the toughest of opponent, because she is quite small, maybe a couple inches smaller than most female wolves.

Personality ;
Gaia is a very happy wolf, she enjoys to be with others and loves to talk about pretty much everything. If she doesn't talk with other wolves for a while she gets bored and somewhat unsocial which ends in an endless cycle. When it comes to love she has trouble expressing her feelings, but if she needs to, if her and her mate become to distant she will try her hardest to bring each other closer again. Gaia very rarely gets sad, which is a good thing, but if she is sad you won't notice it. The thing about her is that she will always talk to the person she trusts the most, next to her mate, as it embarrasses her to talk about her emotions to anyone, especially to her mate. Gaiasera does get angry quiet easily, especially towards sexist males who think she can't fight because of her lanky figure, and, towards wolves that try way too hard. She has quiet a sarcastic sense of humor, and, she can be mean in a joking way and just hopes that the wolf that it is directed to takes it as a joke. Gaia makes great first impressions to others, mainly with her other, fluffier sense of humor that consists of less rudeness or meanness.
History ;
When Gaia was born, she only knew her parents for a short time until they disappeared to be loners, so, she was raised with her aunty, the alphess of her previous pack. Gaia was praised by many wolves as she excelled in many things and would even surpass some of the males in some aspects. When she was around one year old, she was hunting and came across a large, gorgeous brute who promised to take her everywhere and show her every forest, and they started to do so. Gaia loved being with the brute, who went by the name of Pure, once she began to develop feelings for him and even tried to move in on him but quickly decided that it was the wrong thing to do to such an amazing wolf that was showing her all these amazing things. Gaia and Pure travelled together for a year, until she was attacked by a bear (that they had been running from for the past two weeks) and thrown off a cliff and into a river where she was swept away.
Gaia was sad to have left her best friend, not knowing if he was dead or alive. She found her way through the forest and came to the pack, where she joined.
Weaknesses ;
Rivers, wolves that want to do nothing but harm others, cliffs, being alone.
Strengths ;
Gaia enjoys exploring, learning, socializing with other wolves and sometimes swimming. She excels in fighting, even more so in hunting.
Talents ;
Gaia is manipulative and has learnt to be because of her smaller size, so, if she is ever in danger and knows that the wolf could easily kill her, she is very manipulative. She calls it a talent.
Also, her speed and stamina could be considered a talent.
Habits ;
Gaia has a habit of flirting, and she may not even notice it. Otherwise she doesn't really have any habits.

Crush ;
She doesn't have a particular crush on any of the males within the pack. Though, she doesn't not like any of them.
Mate ;
Gaiasera doesn't have a mate.
Pups ;
No, she doesn't have any pups.
Friends ;
Gaiasera hasn't made many friends within the pack yet.
Enemies ;
She has not made any enemies.
Family ;
Gaia has lost most memory about her family, she finds that Pure has been her only family and is looking forwards to finding him again.

[chemical.]

{ Sorry it took so long . Missy is finished. If Fallen Ruins doesn't gain many members soon I can make another wolf or two so they can be about even . }

[KawaiQueen]

The Basics:
Name: Lalithia
Nickname(s): Lili, Lally, Lithi
Age: 1 year and 4 months
Gender: Female
Rank wanted: Subordinate
Rank: ~~
Pack: Fallen Ruins, please.

The Details:
Coat:(Length) Rather fluffy and long during the winter seasons, sleek and short-ish during summer seasons.
Fur Colour: A creamy white
Eye Colour: A icy crystalline blue
Markings/Scars: None
Build: Thin yet muscular, more for speed than strength.

Persona:
Personality: Lalithia is a rather flirty girl, always the first to socialize with others and always the first to have fun. She tends to act like a pup when not performing her duties, however she'll always be serious in certain circumstances such as when meeting with higher-ups. Lalithia is a rather curious wolf, as well, always looking for something new to explore or some new experience to learn, whether it be good or bad, she'll try to take it within her stride. In her free time she also loves to swim, hanging around the water as well as having a run through the forest to try and increase her speed. She's eager to please while also trying to impress. She also has this strange fascination with the feathers of birds and will try to decorate her fur with them when she can find them.
History: Lalithia was born into the pack, her parents faithful subordinate's under the Alpha at the time, before they both passed away due to old age, since -unlike most other parents- her parents were elder into life before having a pup. She was raised by them for a while before that happened. The only one in a litter, she became pampered by her immediate family yet she couldn't let that get to her head. Other than those small details, her history is still being written.
Weaknesses: Feather are a rather major weakness for her, as well as her body not being one for strength -which makes taking down larger prey somewhat difficult for her- along with not being able to withstand flirting with young male wolves that she see's.
Strengths: She tends to have more speed due to her build along with being able to find out new information about anything or anyone.
Talents: She counts her flirty ways as a talent, normally being able to get herself out of any tricky situation.
Habits: Collecting feathers as well as not being able to resist swimming.

Relations:
Crush None at the current moment
Mate: None at the current moment
Pups: Maybe in the future
Friends: She counts everyone within the pack to be her friend
Enemies: None that she can think of
Family: Zephyr - Father (deceased)
Julisa - Mother (deceased)

[cherie.fleur]

(Accepted, and that would be great! When you feel like it, go ahead a post a form! Alright, the RP will be starting now!)

A L I E X O

|| Mood- Relaxed, silent, reflexing || Action- Visiting the pack's den || Gender- Male || Age- 3 years & 8 months ||

Aliexo slowly paced around the den's border, sighing a bit, in relief. He slowly laid down, and observed the nature with a smile. He thought about his brother, and just grunted, rolling his eyes and laying down on his front paws. He slowly breathed, his tail flicking with the wind's peaceful pushing.

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O T T E O

|| Mood- Anrgy, mad || Action- Visiting the pack's den || Gender- Male || Age- 3 years & 6 months ||

He growled, silently. How would his own brother steal his desired mate? But now everything was lost- Aleu left for a better life, and they couldn't do anything but wait. 'I bet my brother is going to own Aleu; if she ever returns...' he thought, smirking a bit, before laying down on the den, stretching his paws, and rolling his tongue out.

[gotsalt?]

Kangee
She-wolf
Sub/Hunter
4 Years
"I know a little
About a lot of things.
Just enough
To make me
d a n g e r o u s"

{K A N G E E}

The first thing she noticed was the biting cold against her exposed body. Her back was to the camp entrance, the way the wind was coming from, so her fur was pushed the wrong way. An annoyed growl escaped her jaws as she stood up and shook her coat so it fell right again. Kangee turned her golden eyes towards the sky and noticed the dark clouds above. Snow clouds. Even as she thought this, the snow began.
She stretched her cold limbs and perked her ears towards the other pack members. A few were missing, but that was no surprise to her. There was a small amount of the prey last night left, but she could see that it was frozen. Kangee blinked snow from her eyes and padded out of camp.
The wind was fiercer out in the open, but the trees shielded her from the snow and most of the wind. Hunting would be difficult, but not impossible. That is, if she could find anything. The she-wolf kept her ears and tail low as she made her way through the white undergrowth.

{I'll post Hakan's later. My sister needs to computer now.}