Biography
Wintzfel lay by the waters edge, front paws submerged with his chin resting on the surface, tongue occasionally flicking out to cup another mouthful of water back into his mouth. His thirst was very much satisfied now and he could feel the liquid sloshing about in his stomach each time he moved. He welcomed the shade of the cave as it seeped through his fur and soothed his overheated skin, the heat of this place was sweltering and had found that the heatwaves coming off the sand had been playing tricks with his vision, he thought this Colosseum was his imagination when he had first seen it rise from the stark, barren landscape.
He was in search of a territory to claim as his own, to finally have some stability in his life instead of just travelling around like a rogue. Once or twice he had even dared to think of creating a pack, possibly even finding a mate and pups! He often laughed at the very idea, like he could ever find a mate, who would want such an emotionally constipated, aggressive brute? His nostrils flared as he snorted into the water, sending ripples to the far side of the stream. His ears flicked backwards hearing movement from outside, a squawk, a shuffle and then nothing. He jumped when he heard her voice behind him, head lifting up with water trickling down his chin as he turned to look at her, ears perking forward at the raven now being launched through the air towards him, landing with a soft thud at his side. He looked at her quizzically, why was she so insistent that he eat?
His jaws opened to reply to her question, quickly closing again as she exited the cave. He couldn't help the small smile as he shook his head softly, what was it with her? Was she always this busy and scattered? It was quite endearing to watch actually. His face fell into a more serious expression as she returned with more food and lay down across from him, holding up a hare. "I don't wish to take advantage of you fae-Kassiopeia, from what I've seen, prey is hard to come by around here and I wouldn't want to make things any harder for you..." he tried to keep his tone soft, but his voice was naturally deep and gravelly. He suddenly felt as if he was being rude, rejecting her kind offering when all she was trying to do was be kind. Begrudgingly he leaned forward and picked the raven up in his jaws, dropping it between his forelegs and giving it's feathers a quick lick. "Perhaps I could help you hunt?" he offered, more for his peace of mind than hers.
Breeding Info
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| Personality
Wintzfel is really outgoing, however you can sometimes find him 'down in the dumps' as he was never able to find his way back to his birth pack, thus he feels as if he has let his father down.
Preferences
Wintzfel, having been on his own and pushed to the limits out in the unforgiving desert wasteland, prefers to spend his time alongside Kassiopeia, as she is the one who rescued him, replenishing his weight and looking out for him while he was still delirious and hallucinating due to dehydration.
Special Skills
Wintzfel is able to provide an insight as to which direction groups of prey have headed. He's a skilled tracker, and enjoys being able to feast on the rump of a doe, or sucking the marrow out of the bones of a pheasant.
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