Biography
Wildbreeze was a lost soul. She raced through the cold tundra with ease and knew that the frigid place was her home, but there was something missing. She had never cared for anyone and had always thought of everyone as disposable in a sense. Would she ever find peace? Or would she be bound to the frigid nothingness forever?
Present Day:
As soon as Darkthroat saw her, he knew he needed her. He had never seen a wolf so beautiful, that moved with such grace and agility. She was a god and he craved her from the first sight. He knew Frostfang would never let such a beautiful wolf go, but he had to have her. He would get her one way or another, he vowed silently. Even if he had to wage war. As she moved through the crowd of wolves, his gaze never left her, until her gaze found his.
She had never been to a gathering before and had finally come of age to attend the monthly ritual. Moving through the many wolves of the different packs, she turned and saw him. A large dark grey wolf with piercing golden eyes bore into her own. His dark underbelly complimented his eyes so perfectly that it seemed unnatural. She felt a shiver go through her body as she saw him start moving toward her. Weaving his way through the crowd of wolves, his gaze never breaking away from her own. "First gathering, ey?" he said with a charming smirk, when he approached. She tilted her head and smiled. "Ya, it is. What about you big guy?" she asked. He was taken aback, but quickly regained his composure. "I've been to a few of these, since I am an alpha." he said with a twinkle in his eye. A shine of embarrassment passed through her eyes, but for such a split second he thought he had imagined it. She quickly asked, "Oh really? Of what pack? If I may ask?" he smiled. "Are you even old enough to know all of the packs?" he teased, smirking. She frowned. "Your not much older then me yourself mr. alpha and judging by your boring, dull pelt I would say the Woodland Desires. But that's just a pup's guess. What do I know?" she retorted, smiling sweetly. He stood there with his mouth moving up and down, with no words coming out. A thousand different emotions flickered through his eyes. She turned away. He got up and followed. "Hey, the Woodland Desires pride themselves on their simple, stunning coats. We are the best pack to ever reign." he said with desperation as he followed her, a hint of pride seeping in. She turned her head towards him. "Well if I'm just a young, dumb pup and your pack is so much better then mine, then why are you following me?" she asked kindly and stopped, waiting for his response. He laughed out loud, causing a few heads to turn. "Are you always this testing?" he asked, still chuckling. "Oh trust me, there is plenty more where that came from." she said smirking, brushing past him to go sit with her own pack while the gathering started.
Wildbreeze watched him as he addressed the packs. Her gaze followed his every move and she hung desperately on every word he said. She wanted him, badly. And she always got what she wanted.
Breeding Info
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| Personality
A wild soul, Wildbreeze was not to be tamed. Since her mother bred to a lone wolf and soon after left the pack, she was left alone in the pack without any kin. Her brothers given away, she was the last of her blood. She grew up fending for herself and learned to read wolves very well. She soon learned how to get what she wanted, when she wanted it. It also helped that she was incredibly beautiful.
The other wolves in the pack see her as smart, wity, arrogant, and a lost soul or a loner.
Preferences
Being alone, running across the territory, reading other wolves, sneaking out to be with Darkthroat (the only wolf she likes)
Special Skills
Incredibly smart, very agile, good fighter, can read other wolves and know what they are thinking
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Winter 
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