Biography
Winter's Rose is a rather quiet wolf, but she is a fearsome fighter as well. She doesn't like to say much and hates misunderstandings. She always gives 100% to what ever she chooses to do. Choose wisely when asked to be her opponent or her ally, whichever you choose, your life will never be the same.
I jumped nimbly from rock to rock, crossing the deadly waterfall with ease, escaping my pursuers. I sighed a sigh of relief and looked back at the deathly glares of the pack I left. I turned my head as a wolf attempted to cross the stones and slipped. Guilt ripped through and I turned around, looking into the pleading eyes of my brother. Skipping back, I grabbed onto his paw and pulled him up. Before he tried to grab me again, I slipped through his paws like the water rushing around the rock. I looked from the other side. "Goodbye..." and disappeared into the forest. I recoiled as I noticed the scent markers and growled. "Another pack!?" I was soon greeted by a patrol of waving, friendly tails. "Why don't you stay with us?" One suggested. "It's getting late." I looked at the setting sun. I could always run tomorrow. But soon, tomorrow became the day after that, and the next day after that, and before long, I was a member of the pack.
Breeding Info
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Preferences
Don't ever mistake my silence for ignorance, my calmness for acceptance, or my kindness for weakness.
Special Skills
AKA lady Rose
Clean lined
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Spring 
Day Weather: 
Brimstone
