Biography
Voice / Theme Song
Colors of the Wind - Judy Kuhn
You think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know?
You don't know
You think you own whatever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends
How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the earth and still
All you'll own is earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind
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| Personality
As a young cub, River had been a rebellious wolf. She used to harshly tease her brother, be disobedient towards her mentor, and talk back to her elders and argue - to sum it up, she was simply a jerk.
But that all changed one crisp fall evening, when River was only 2 years of age and still a trainee.
River was put on a hunting patrol with her mentor and several other wolves, near the dense forest. She was supposed to be hunting small game, like rabbit or bird, for a challenge against the other trainees.
Yet she had wandered off towards the river located near the outside of the pack territory to look for plumper rabbits, when she was instructed to stay within the dense forest, and of course, within the Dahlia Pack territory.
But that wasn't the only thing; the alphas of the Dahlia Pack had instructed all wolves to stay away from this specific river. The monkey-men had dug up several pot holes around the area, and because of the recent rain, had become flooded, making them dangerous threats to unsuspecting wolves.
But River, being the disobedient fool she was, disregarded his warnings and glanced around the riverside for game.
Just then, she suddenly dropped down into a hunter's crouch, spotting a large rabbit nibbling at some weeds. Her eyes gleaming with delight as she stalked towards it.
Just as she was about to pounce, a bark cut through the silent air.
A dark figure dashed across the riverside towards the rabbit, ending it with one swift bite. River shot up from her hiding spot. "Hey!" She snarled, glaring at the strange canine "That was mine!"
The canine blinked, the rabbit still in his jaws, staring at her in surprise, as if he just realized she was there.
Without waiting for an answer, she charged towards him, as he dropped the rabbit and cried out, "Stop!"
But before she engaged in a battle aga
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