Biography
A milk pup poked her head through the tall summer grass. She had no name, not a real name, at least. Her pack believed that she was not worthy of a 'true name' until her fangs came down. So, at the moment, she was stuck with Nibble. Nibble set her sights on a locust, aimlessly grinding the sheet grass in its mandibles. Disgusting, she thought. As if anyone but you would want to eat grass. She charged ahead, little flies and moths scrambling to get out of her path. "That's right! She thought. Make way for your future Alpha F-" her daydreaming was cut off as a rock tripped up her forepaw. The locust took off, flying straight between his legs. Nibble landed with a thud in the dirt. She struggled to get back on his paws, panicking. Her pack would toss out a wolf with a lame paw, if it didn't heal. Just as they killed malcadh, or malformed, little pups. The sun beat down on her fur. She gave up scrabbling around finally as the air heated up. I'm probably going to die here. She thought. I'm going to perish in this heat, with no one to be with me... Nibble fell unconscious, and her bright, white, scorching world turned to a night black. And then it slowly lit back up. And, in fact, she wasn't unconscious at all: something had blocked the sun! Is the world going to end? Right here? Right now? She clung to the grimy earth as best as she cloud, as if she would be thrown off at any moment. She watched as the big black dot moved completely away from a the sun. "Oh my Lupus... " her heart skipped a beat. What has happened? After her failed attempts at rising to her paws, Nibble was finally standing up again. She half-ran half-limped back to the camp, her eyes showing the whites in horror. "Mama! Papa!" She bawled. But no one was there. She howled and barked in fear. "Hello?" An older she wolf yipped. Nibble did not like strangers, but she needed someone, anyone, to save her. She bolted as fast as she could to the wolf. The she wolf was dead: a spirit. Her starry black pelt glittered and her eyes were a warm brown. "My name is Dorchas. She touched noses with Nibble. I am your half sister and I will help you. Follow me." And she did.
Breeding Info
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| Personality
Garra is a brave, kind young wolf. She is always willing to help her fellow packmates. She loves puppies and is spunky and playful. She will forever remain young at heart. When she met her mate, Kafei, she knew that she'd be the best mother wolf possible to his pups and to all her future litters.
Preferences
Preferred Food: Swamp Rabbit
Preferred Rank: Beta Female
Preferred Wolf: Dorchas
Preferred Faction: Neutral
Special Skills
Garra feels that one must have faith and encourage the abilities of others.
She knows that the only way to get to a wolf's heart is through kindness and love. Garra supports the building of young pups and raising them in a loving pack. She believes that if one lends a loving heart, they may one fat do the same.
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Spring 
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Brimstone Moon: 
