Biography
My stomach rumbled as I caught the scent of deer. I lifted my head higher to be sure if it was a scent and not my imagination. It has been days since I went on a hunt or even eaten, so then I followed the scent crouching myself on the ground quietly as I can. Left, right, left, right as I followed the delicious smell of a young female deer? This should be easy.
It was long until I finally stumbled across my prize busy eating the grass by its feet while it's fawn is sleeping in the den nearby. I hesitated before killing the mother deer but the fawn seems big enough not to rely on it's mothers nursing, I am hungry and I should not care...I wanted to pounce on it but I could not move but eventually I forced myself fast as I can till I have caught it with it in shock so that it can not move.
I bit hard on it's neck making it screech for help waking up it's baby. As I finally killed my prey I saw the fawn look at me in shock, its little legs trembling by the sight of me. Has it not seen a wolf before? I would not be surprised, its only a baby.
Breeding Info
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| Personality
I'm a rather Good Friend, but sadly I'm always hungry!
Preferences
Breeding second day of Spring~
Special Skills
Maternal~ Number of pups born
Social~ Befriending familiars
Morals~ Fixing the Beaver Dam
Resolve~ Offensive battle ability
Composure~ Raiding the Farmhouse
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Spring 
Night Weather: 
Brimstone Moon: 
