Biography
N/AI remember when I was a pup, as young as the spring buds barely peeking out from their branches. Few other wolves do, but I remember. I remember the sun assaulting my face for the very first time. I remember when my eyes opened like flowers blooming. But most of all, I remember the death.
I was born in a Lightbringer pack, preached to from the moment of birth about the sacredness of all life, and the respect we should treat it with. I had never seen a claw raised toward another wolf, much less what I saw when I was about a month old.
I had wandered off into the forest, searching for prey to bring pack to my pack, to make them proud of such a small pup. I heard crunching in the leaves and quickly ducked behind behind a tree. That was when I saw it.
My mother whimpering under the claws of an intruder, the wolf growling at her, demanding the location of our camp so his pack could attack. She refused to say. She was killed, blood pouring out onto the ground like water from the spring our pack drank of.
In a sudden burst of rage, I leapt out snarling at the intruder, nipping with sharp pup teeth at his thick pelt. He quickly had me pinned under a single claw. “Tell me, pup, where your camp is, or I’ll kill you just like I killed your mother!” he snarled. My resolve as a pup was too weak to resist.
After I compromised my pack’s safety, the intruder lashed his paw across my face and threw me to the side. I stayed in the shelter of quiet forest for a few days before coming back to my pack’s camp. It was gone.
I came to this pack after months of near-starvation in the forest—weak without my dead mother’s milk and catching a mouse a day at the very best, certainly not enough for any wolf, never mind a growing pup like me. A she-wolf found me, wincing at the scar on my face from my encounter with the wolf—white and smooth and shiny.
I’ve seen more horrors in the forest since when I was a pup. I’ve seen wolves slinking in the night toward my new pack, and told no one. My pack managed to fight them off. I’ve seen a member of my pack killing another. I told no one, and the cause of his death was never discovered. I’ve seen an enemy wolf destroying the dam at the top of the river that flows to our camp. Five wolves drowned before the alphas figured it out.
I’ve seen everything that has caused our pack harm. Nothing gets past me. No one gets by me. And yet I’ve told no one. No one knows.
But I can always remind myself that if I’d tried to do something, something worse would have happened, like the death of my entire pack instead of the death of one wolf, my mother.
So, for now, I am content to watch.
Breeding Info
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| Personality
Wise, Smart, Loyal, Loving, Protective, Strong, Brave, Fearless, Everything the pack needs him to be and more.
Fall knows his life is coming to an end I've had him since the day I first joined WP he was an amazing leader, amazing battle wolf, and my favorite wolf I'll miss you Fall I'm sure you'll see all your friends in the heavens soon!
Preferences
He used to enjoy playing around back when he was a Juvenile but now he has a pack to feed and wolves to protect. He makes sure he arranges hunting patrol and border patrols every day to keep his wolves fit. He would never leave the camp unprotected. He does have to make choices for the pack so the only pup that gets to live is the best one of the litter. He doesn't like killing pups no wolf does but if his pack is to grow up strong they need strong wolves to lead it.
Special Skills
His ability to make the right choices is amazing the last time he ever made the wrong choice was back when he was a pup. He may be loyal but if he has to choose between one wolf and an entire pack he will always choose the pack.
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Fall 
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