Biography
Tizatziki glanced at the circle of wolves whom had gathered to discuss the scarcity of prey during winter. There were hushed whispers, growling and much disagreeing. Many did not think it'd be wise to leave hunting grounds which had been used for years, a tradition almost. Those who knew the pack would starve if they stayed here, knew they needed to go. "Errr, Please! Misenir, Kieligen...we need to leave..." Tizatziki tried to urge the current alpha pair, but they didn't budge.
He tried again, but was jostled to the outer ring, being younger and smaller than many of the older members. He growled, trying to defend his position, but was turned on by one of the newer members whom he was yet to learn a name for. "Shut your maw!" He snapped. "You're only two spring's old!"
"Yeah? Well...y-you're the same age as I am!" Tizatziki growled as the male turned and moved his way through the crowd again. Tizatziki watched him leave, before he glanced at the partially-lit forest. He wondered what it'd be like to become a rouge. Maybe he'd even meet another lone wolf looking for a place to fit in. He sighed, looking back at the pack he only knew half of. Tizatziki weighed up her options. If he stayed, he'd be safe, but for that safety, Tizatziki knew he'd have to put up with older pack members ignoring him.
If he left now, he'd be free to do as he wished. He would have to hunt, and fight for his own safety. That didn't worry him too much, as in his time alone, Tizatziki had spent many lonely hours practising on small prey items such as pheasants, rabbits and mallard ducks. He'd even been lucky enough to steal a few chickens and geese from a poultry farm which backed onto the woodlands in which his pack roamed. He didn't speak a word to them about it. It was considered a sin for them to go to such low measures to nab themselves a meal of poultry.
Tizatziki gave his bickering pack one last look. He waited for any member to stop him, to tell him that his decision was an irrational one, but no one did try to talk her out of it. He blew out a breath of hot air and allowed his paws to carry him off, into foreign territory.
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Tizatziki urged himself on. He didn't know how long he'd been walking for now, but it was beginning to cool off as the sun was half blocked out by the mountainous ranges which were behind Tizatziki. As he came into a clearing amongst the dense trees, Tizatziki allowed himself to sit on his haunches and relax. He licked himself clean, ridding himself of the dirt which had accumulated on her forepaws and the ends of the fur under his belly. "Yuck!" He said as he spat out the dirt.
As he finished up, ridding himself of the last remaining dried dirts clumps, Tizatziki stood, ready to move on, when his nose caught something. It was the smell of blood, mingled with wolf, female too. Tizatziki looked around. Nothing appeared to have come through, no bears no mountain lions, no bob cats, nothing. He doubled checked the air, trying to identify anything he may have missed, but he was sure there was nothing there.
Tizatziki ventured a little further into the forestry, the scent of old blood intermingled with female wolf grew ever more stronger as he did so. He padded forth, his ears perked and his tail upright, asserting his position, as if he were the alpha male, just incase it was a set up. As he pushed his way through the dense undergrowth, it tangled amongst his fur and he mentally cursed himself for searching for the source this bloodily scent. As soon as he emerged, he collided with another wolf, sending the pair of them tumbling towards the dry, dusty forest floor
Tizatziki moved, trying to get up again, but he lost his footing. This time, he only sent himself tumbling, landing on a female wolf. He groaned and pushed himself upwards with his forepaws so he was once again standing, eyeballing the female wolf he'd bumped into. Tizatziki growled automatically as a defence, ignoring the size of the female compared to him. "Whadd'ya want?" He snapped at the female as he got up. His brain wasn't functioning right now, it was still tangled up with the mess from back at his pack. With an irrational mind-set, Tizatziki would be dead meat within a few hours. If he was lucky, he'd last a few days.
Breeding Info
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| Personality
Tizatziki is a rather laid-back male, until you decide to get in his face and pester him about something, or, if you are endangering his pack members. He's not a very heavy wolf and therefore tends to stick to the shadows, attacking the opposing threat from the rear; taking him by surprise.
Preferences
There is one female that has caught his eye...But he is unsure if whether or not she is aware of him and the attraction he feels towards her.
Special Skills
Tizatziki has an uncanny ability to sneak up on any potential beings that may pose a threat to him or his pack members. Very rarely do they see him coming until the last minute and by then it is all to late to formulate an action-plan. Tiza, or Ziki, Tizatziki to strangers, often gives off a 'bad vibe' which isn't all that true unless something has annoyed him.
Due to this 'bad vibe' he has had several females come to him in the hopes of having a litter. They make him promises and he believes that each and every one of them will uphold their promise. They don't. He doesn't get to meet his pups.
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Spring 
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