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Plot: WIP

Name: Brute

Age: 6

Gender: Male

Pack: Raven

Rank: Beta Male

Desired Rank: Alpha Male

Appearance:

Brute lives up to his name in nearly every way. He is a massive, powerfully built wolf with thick muscles rolling beneath a dense sandy-tan pelt that gives him the distant appearance of an oversized coyote. His coat is dusted with muted brown and gray markings along his legs and shoulders, blending naturally into rugged terrain. Despite his intimidating size, there is a surprising softness in his light brown eyes—gentle, observant, and often thoughtful. Scars, faint but present, are hidden beneath his fur, hinting at battles fought and survived. His stance is confident and grounded, each step deliberate, carrying both strength and control rather than reckless force.

Personality:

Brute is a rare balance of power and restraint. Highly intelligent and strategic, he prefers to think before acting, carefully analyzing situations rather than rushing in blindly. His loyalty to the Raven Pack runs deep, and he is fiercely protective of those he considers family. Around pups and packmates, he shows a calm, patient, and surprisingly gentle side, often acting as a quiet guardian rather than a dominant force. However, when danger arises, Brute can shift instantly—his demeanor hardening into that of a fierce, aggressive protector willing to face even the most dangerous threats without hesitation. Though respected, he carries a quiet internal struggle, as his trust is not easily given, shaped by past experiences that left him cautious of others’ intentions. His ambition to become Alpha is not driven by ego, but by a genuine desire to lead and protect his pack with strength and wisdom.

Strengths:

Exceptional physical strength

High speed for his size

Strategic thinking and intelligence

Strong protective instincts

Loyal toward packmates

Weaknesses:

Large size reduces agility and quick maneuvering

Can struggle with trust, especially toward outsiders

Tends to carry burdens alone instead of relying on others

Mate: None

Pups: None

Age: 6 years

Gender: female

Pack: Raven

Rank: Queen

*Desired Rank: perhaps Beta Female?

Species: Grey Wolf

+Calm/Relaxed

+Motherly aura

+Loyalty

+Quick to Act

-Speed

-Pups

-Swimming

-Endurance

+Pups

+Long naps in the sun

+Group Howls

+Sleep Piles

-Fighting

-Bullies/Disrespect

-Death

-Foxes

Pups: None

Kin: N/A

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Willow sat outside the queen's den, tail wrapped around her side to rest over her front paws. The morning mist was starting to rise off the dew-covered grass as the sky began to lighten, a few puffy clouds drifting across the sky. Her nose tipped upwards as she watched those clouds, glancing towards the edge of camp. To the cluster of bushes on the ridge, where, if she focused, she could see the two piles of stones. Markers of loss. She sighed softly, turning back to the camp that would soon be lively with wolves rising for the morning. Her ears flicked back. Some things never truly healed, no matter what she did. But she would still do the best she could, because this was her home, her pack, and that was only reasonable; she would do her part.

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A soft rustle sounded behind her, causing Willow to turn her head. Watching the small mottled form of one of the older pups pushing through the den entrance. His tail wagged when he spotted her, and Willow chuffed softly as she sank down on her belly. Gently nuzzling the pup when he came closer, settling him between her front paws.

Willow relaxed with the pup, watching as the sun slowly peaked over the trees. The camp was slowly filling with bodies as the pack woke to greet the day.

Brute arose a small bit after dawn, but not in the way he should have. He knew the pups were restless, but most knew better than to run into a Beta's den while he was still sleeping. Nevertheless, he was awoken with a swift kick to the head, his eyes flying open in a second. Luckily he was conditioned enough to know that only a pup could have done that, and so he just responded with a soft growl. He recognized the pup instantly, his littermate's strongest, and most certainly boldest pup. "Anubis..." He growled quietly, using an authoritive tone while also sounding gentle. "Haven't you learned manners? Or has Nyra not taught you them yet?" The pup chased his tail for a moment before sitting with a thump on his haunches. "Mother has already taught me my manners." Anubis replied beastly, sticking out his chest. Brute cocked his head and leaned down to nudge the youngin. "I know my sister had taught you not to disturb the Beta during his rest hasn't she?" The pup flattened his ears. "She told me not to disturb the Beta.." He paused, rising to his feet, "but not my UNCLE!" he screamed, launching himself across the room to Brute, who in one flick of his paw turned him on his back, his belly up. The pup squirmed, before slowly giving up. Brute rose to his paws, "You don't get special treatment just because you're my nephew..." Brute said, a smile appearing on his face, "but I bet I can beat you to the water hole." And with that Brute tore off through the now waking camp, towards the watering hole, the small pup racing behind him.

Willow lifted her head at the sound of quick movement, ears turned forward. Blinking at the figure that raced across the camp with a trailing pup tripping over his paws. The beta? Her head tilted slightly, 'what was he.. Oh.' She chuckled softly when she realized what was happening, the pup, almost about to be weaned, was his kin. One she knew well as he often caused problems or snuck off, like today. The pup was a handful to say the least, and she knew his mother was awaiting the day he aged out of the queen's den.

Willow sighed, nuzzling the pup who'd settled on her front paws. Meaning she was staying there for the time being. Turning her head back to the den, giving a chuff to the mother who poked her head out of the den.

"Have you seen-..?" - Nyra

"He's with the beta, don't worry." Willow assured her, trying not to laugh at the way the female made a face before turning back into the den with a grumble. She turned her attention back to the camp, in time to catch the two by the water hole, the beta made the pup look small for his age. As she watched them, a thought crossed her mind; 'he's really good with pups, he'd make a good father one day'. She blinked, where had that thought come from? Willow shook her head slightly, pushing her nose into the pup on her paws. No, she didn't need to be thinking like that. Not with the beta at the center. What was she thinking?

Brute slowed and let the pup beat him to the water hole, in which Anubis was absolutely delighted. He was breathing hard and his tongue rolled happily from his mouth. "I beat the Beta!" He began to chant, happily chasing his tail. "I beat the Beta!" Brute rolled his eyes slightly, the pup seemed absolutely spent, while Brute hadn't even stretched his muscles yet. "You better sure to tell all you friends now." Brute said sarcastically with a smile, his tail swishing gently back on forth. Anubis had spent all that energy chasing him, that he plopped on the ground exhausted. "I just.." He said with a yawn, "I need to take a quick nap." He yawned again before putting his head on his paws. Brute chuckled before gently nosing him. "Oh no you don't. You don't get to wake me up then go to sleep. And either way, Nyra is going to be worried if she doesn't find you by the time the others wake up. Brute scanned the camp then, not to many were up, but he did begin to catch hints of activity in the Queen's dens. Seemed like Anubis wasn't the only pup looking for an adventure. Anubis sighed and looked over at Brute. "Can't Mom just wait?" Brute gave him a hard stare, yet with gentle eyes. "Fine." Anubis huffed and rose to his paws before giving a smile, but your carrying me. Brute lowered himself to the ground as his nephew climbed on his back, and began to make his way across camp to the Queen's den, hoping not to wake anyone up. Brute stared towards the sun in the sky. He would have to organize the morning patrol once Anubis returned. As he was about to drop Anubis off, the small nap by the watering hole and one Brute's back seemed to restore the small pups energy, and he leaped off his back before Brute could stop him. Where did pups get all this energy? Before Brute could even react, the small bundle of fur was taking off towards a coyote colored Queen who was laying nearby with another small pup. "Anubis!" He called to no prevail, beginning to chase after him. But even Brute knew he wasn't getting there in time. "Heads up!" He called out towards the Queen.

Willow's ear swiveled at the shout, lifting her head in time to see a dark bundle of fur barrel into her shoulder. Grunting softly at the impact, the smaller pup by her paws yelped and scrambled back to the den. She shook her head with a huff, looking down at the culprit who gave her a guilty expression. Recognizing him easily, the resident trouble-maker and escape-artist, Anubis. Willow grumbled as she shifted, laying a paw over the pup's back before he could get away.

She chided sternly, leaning down to nip Anubis's ear.

Willow scolded him, sighing roughly before looking up at the beta who'd chased after the pup. Her tail betraying her as it gave a wag over the ground. She dipped her head, ears turned back slightly as her eyes softened.

"Brute... Thank you, for seeing this," she paused briefly to glance down at Anubis, "trouble-maker, back safely.. I'm sure his mother will appreciate it."

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Typically only the Beta's family or close friends could say his real name, however, when his name rolled from her jaws, he couldn't say a word. The way she said his name gave him a feeling he had been running from for awhile. Brute was the kind of wolf who put his pack before himself. And so he had never really had time to find a mate. He had tried once, and his heart was broken, and so he tended to stay away from that kind of thing. But the way she said his name, melted that feeling. He took a deep breath. No. He was almost there. Alpha was almost at retiring age, but he highly doubted that change would come soon. He took a deep breath, capturing the Queen's scent. Willow. He remembered her. He had been there, only a scout at the time, when she was brought into the pack. She tended to keep to herself, but he wondered how he hadn't noticed her sooner. He was about to introduce himself but was interrupted bu his littermate, who was definitely not happy towards Anubis. "Anubis!" She scolded, coming towards Brute and Willow, "First you wake the Beta, then go chasing him and waking up the whole camp, and now you've scared poor Tida out of her mind, and on top of all that, you've run into Willow. Den now." She ended with a hard stare at Anubis, who tucked his tail and listened to his mother. Nora looked from Brute to Willow. "I'm sorry about that little rascal. He gets it from his father." She rolled her eyes before turning and following Anubis back to the Queens den. Brute smiled, he had always wanted pups, but he highly doubted he'd find someone to raise them with, not at this point in his life. He turned back to Willow. "I'm sorry about my nephew, he can be..." He paused, "a trouble maker at times. But I know he'll grow out of it. At least... I hope so."

Willow blinked, turning her head to the Queen's appearance and scolding of her son. Yeah, she figured that was going to happen. Poor thing was going to get an earful. Dipping her head to the female as she turned and returned to the den. Willow couldn't help but shake her head, a thought making her pause.

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Willow snapped back to reality at the beta's voice, looking over to him with a chuckle as she pushed herself into more of a sitting position.

She assured gently, tilting her head slightly as her tail gave a soft thump on the ground.