Biography
Born to neglectful parents, both of whom abandoned her promptly for reasons the dame simply cannot pay any heed to, Fala Flo was destined to perish soon thereafter she was brought to a world of certain cruelties. Instead, the moment her minute hunk of tenebrous pelage was dropped into argent snow she could oh-so-easily be found in, she was discovered by an alabaster damsel. To her luck, the damsel, Eas Sneachda, had been grieving due to the loss of her own progeny; with maternal instinct swirling to seemingly no end throughout the damsel's very being, she was quickly inclined to adopt the poor abandoned pup, who she named Fala, after her pelt, which resembled that of a crow's.
Yes, it seemed as though a happy ending was due, but Fala Flo's life is short of a fairy tale.
Winter typically meant plentiful quarry; however, this year was different. In fact, the opposite had occured--a famine had seized the land; unbeknownst to most, the hunting season had begun. Young and, to be quite frank, foolish, Eas Sneachda, fueled by desperateness to feed her starving pup, made the dire mistake of encroaching upon humans. She had detected the scent of burning meat, and when she came across the two-legged animals surrounding the burning flame, the ravens took to their wings when a loud BANG! echoed throughout the Land.
Fala left the brambles her adoptive mother hid her in three days later, when drool dribbled from her atramentous maw from the nausea crippling every fiber of her existence. She found her mother buried in layers of snow from the blizzard the day before, of which the damsel's once pulchritudinous white fell was now brown with dried blood, and the ravens took to their wings once again when Fala screamed.
It was a miracle the pup even survived to the age of three months.
Fala learnt to be sneaky and cunning, using the cover of night to her advantage. She slipped between bushes and brambles, hid behind the towering heights of Douglas-firs and lodgepole pines, and only appeared when the moon cast its silver glow to the forest she resided in.
She would sneak into camps and steal anything she believed to be edible.
Only when the hunting season ended did she learn to be aggressive if she wished to survive.
With viscious snarls and the snapping of teeth, she would drive away even boar grizzlies from their kills. When ewe grizzlies would not budge, she'd lunge for their cubs and injure them so badly they no longer could walk. When cougars hissed and screeched and flailed their arms, she'd dodge their sharp-edged claws and sink her fangs into their shoulders. When coyotes taunted her to allow a bite of dinner, she'd break their limbs and force them to crawl away.
When fellow wolves came and threatened her for a feast, she'd kill them.
Word soon spread, and Fala soon became known as Fala Flo--the crow arrow.
It was a wonder how the yearling even found love.
Ahiga was a strange wolf, she'd soon come to know. He was the very opposite of her: where Fala Flo was brutal, Ahiga was kind; where Fala Flo was stern, Ahiga was goofy; where Fala Flo did not care to move away where there was food, Ahiga was energetic and would travel everywhere, even abandoning kills simply to explore.
But what is it that the old ones say? Opposites attract.
When Fala Flo turned two years and three months of age, she whelped and brought three pups to the world. She was now mate to Ahiga, and mother to Wenena, Hiamovi, and Hachi. She could not be any happier.
But her joy would not last long.
When the pups turned six months of age, Ahiga contracted a disease that made his maw froth and attack anything that moved.
Ahiga had lunged, jaws opened wide, eyes bloodshot and murderous, his target Fala Flo, but Hiamovi intercepted, and killed his own father.
But not before Ahiga had bitten Hiamovi.
When Fala Flo strangled her son to death the moment he showed signs of infection, she howled to the sky her sorrows.
Hachi became reckless after the death of her father and brother, and she boldly jumped at a bull moose just as it reared up on its hind legs. Hooves collided with her skull.
When Fala Flo discovered that the blow killed her daughter instantly, she sobbed more than she'd ever had in her life.
Wenena became hopeless when all that was left was her mother. She spoke her feeling of worthlessness to Fala Flo, how much she blamed herself for the deaths of her father and siblings. Fala Flo said the wrong things, and Wenena ate the most poisonous berries she could find.
When Fala Flo found her daughter's dead body, she screamed and laughed and sobbed and screamed again.
No one knows what became of Fala Flo. Some say she died of natural causes; some say she took her life; some say she roams the Land as a spirit, forever the crow's arrow.
Breeding Info
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| Personality
Lonesome and introverted, Fala Flo's harsh life has taught her to keep to herself.
Preferences
To be alone, far from the preying eyes of all those that may harm her.
Special Skills
Fala Flo has never been special in any way whatsoever, and she does not really know whether she should be happy about that or not.
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Spring 
Day Weather: 
Heavy Rain
