Gender: Male

Age: 10 years

Species: Gray wolf

Personality:

A very grumpy wolf, but a lovable goof. Despises demanding characters and fights.

Abilities/Extras:

A decent fighter and hunter. A bit socially awkward.

History:

The little pup watched in horror as his pack was felled one by one. He swore the raiders had bright, bright eyes that glowed with maliciousness. One appeared to his right, where Milla stood to guard him. She had no chance against the ferocious male. She was a new birth mother, still recovering from the litter she had borne not too long ago. White teeth flashed. And she was down. He whimpered as the killer approached him, teeth exposed in a wild grin.

"I haven't had this much fun in ages!" he sneered. The pup shrank to the ground, quaking with fear. His eyes were squeezed shut, wishing desperately for it all to end. He could see the flashing teeth even then, coming slowly towards him, ready to end his short life. Sharp spikes of teeth fastened into his flanks, and he lost contact with the ground. The pup opened his eyes to find himself dangling from a wolf's jaws. However much he wriggled, he was unable to escape the firm and painful grasp. He watched as the trees passed by. They were making their way around the battleground now, stepping over the fallen bodies of his comrades. He howled his rage and his disgust at the treatment of his pack, but he received nothing but laughter and mockery from his captor's colleagues.

As he was hauled off to who-knows-where, the enemies made good use of him as a toy. He was bitten, nipped, pulled, and harassed to the point of tears. The shining coat of glory he was once proud of was now nothing more than a bloody mat of fur stuck to his skin. The assault only grew more painful as he cried with each bite. It wasn't until his wails died down to quiet whimpers that the game slowly dragged to a halt. A short time after, he was dropped in front of an immobile body. His mother.

Her eyes were gradually dulling, though a small spark flared within their irises when they recognized their young son. "Bandicoot," his mother whispered. "Be brave, my child. May the Trio guard you with their blessings." The little pup whined when her tongue rasped across his aching body.

A snarl from above startled Bandicoot. He pressed closer into the ground when a massive black wolf appeared over him, jowls exposed in fury. "You see, boy," he growled. ""This is what happens when my orders are not followed. Your parents paid dearly, and so shall you."

The frightening wolf grabbed Bandicoot in the same painful manner as Milla's killer. Now too terrified to even utter a sound, Bandicoot could only watch as multiple wolves descended upon his mother. They were none to gentle, grabbing her fur in their jaws and tearing off the clumps. Unable to defend herself as she was held down, they slowly ripped her to shreds. Her shrieks and howls sounded almost unreal to Bandicoot as he was whisked away from his home. Everything he had considered a blessing was now a living nightmare.