
"I protect those I love, and let the traitors rot. I'm as warm as a fire, but be warned, my flames can be deadly too."




Name: "Tracker, at your service."
Age: "If my memory serves me right,
then I'm five years old, almost six."
Gender: "I'm most definitely a brute."
Rank: "I'm a simple Beta,
and my dominance is five."
Kin: "My father is the Alpha,
while my mother is unknown...
could I be part rogue?"
Crush: "I'm not interested in faes,
at least not right now. For none of them
have caught my eye."
Likes: Snow, cold weather,
hunting moose or elk, co-operation,
negotiation, challenges, tasks, and most of all,
tracking! Whether it's prey or wolf or predator.
Dislikes: Sarcasm, teasing, traitors, sickness,
and every night, Tracker is haunted
by nightmares of his past.

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Tracker doesn't know much of his history or past, though sometimes he'll gest flashes of memory that haunts his sleep. During his time within the pack, he's earned his name by proving his skill and strength. Tracking. He may not be as strong as other wolves, nor as agile or skilled in fighting, but one thing nobody can beat Tracker in, is his own game. He can catch the scent of all kinds of prey in dire weather, whether it's snowing, raining, or hailing. He can follow trails of tiny critters even if the wind is brushing away their scent, and can tell the simple call of any animals. He's sly and a smooth liar, though he refuses to lie unless the situation calls for it.
Tracker is a gentlemen at most times, though he can be easily irritated and annoyed. Sometimes his anger will get the better of him and he'll swipe out in frustration. Tracker will protect those that are close to him and will often place his life on the line for his pack, though sometimes he'll have his doubts on other wolves loyalty. Tracker knows that his loyalty will forever lie within the pack, and he'll do anything in his power to ensure the packs safety. He's never one to doubt the Alpha's words and will follow orders through until his last breath.
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