Biography
I will forever remember that fateful day when my father died; the image of his broken body, laying haphazardly in the new snow, is seared into my brain.
He died when I was just a scrawny young thing. I had always looked up to him, the way many pups look up to their parents; as though they are all-mighty. To me, he was invincible.
To the man with the gun, he was just another skin to make a profit off of.
I am bitter now. I frequently fight with my packmates, especially old Beavad, even though it's been over 16 years since my dad passed. I still see his face everywhere; sometimes, I have to remind myself that he is long dead.
My mate, Ramona, died a few years ago. I have never forgotten her, not for a single moment.
Maybe I will meet with her soon. Who knows; my body is elderly and weak. I will not be here for much longer.
I believe my heart is in the right place. At least, I think it is; I hope that my pack will forget my anger, my sadness, my moodiness, and remember how couragous I am.
Breeding Info
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| Personality
I am a bitter wolf.
Preferences
My poor Ramona died a few years ago.
Special Skills
Well, I can tell when I am being lied to. Beyond that, not much; I am too old to hunt or truly help around.
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Spring 
Night Weather: 
Flood Moon: 
