Biography
He drew in a ragged breath, his head cleared of all things. Except that.
Smolder stood, frozen in place as Tarrow continued on his way.
Hadn't he noticed, and that was why he was here? Did Minoa know, if now he knew? Did the whole pack know?
His fur lifted at the thought. That would be reason enough for them to glance at him with pity. His lip curled, rage stirring in his heart. They would soon know better. They would learn that he was stronger than his father. They would have no reason to look at him ever again.
A soft rustling came from behind, and Smolder spun around, ears flat against his head and teeth bared, just in time to see the red tail tip disappear into the undergrowth. He sat back on his haunches, a discontented growl rising in his throat.
He had already secured a vow of silence from the younger wolf, but he was still shadowed like a lame deer. His shoulders tightened with restrained anger, claws digging into the ground. If it didn't stop soon it would end badly, for all those involved. Smolder wasn't willing to let this pass by his notice again.
Breeding Info
N/A
| Personality
Bitter.
Smolder was named for the feeling burning away in his mother's chest. He could see clearly he wasn't wanted, from the careless eyes of his father to the silent resenment his mother treated him with.
He wasn't wanted.
He was a mistake, something that should never have happened. And over time he came to learn why.
He has an overwhelmingly careful attitude, when not pushed into anger by those around him. However vicious he is, his loyalty, once properly earned, is almost unbreakable. For lack of ability to be gentle, the way he shows his dedication could also be called savagery. For those who can come to understand him, however, these things are warmly accepted and returned.
Preferences
Mutual respect and patience.
Special Skills
A smol wolf
6th Generation of the Alpha line.
"You can't get mad,"
"Shut up."
"You won't have a tail by the time I'm done."
"I will you oaf."
"They'll ask you why it's ragged."
"And what's wrong with telling the truth?"
"Too many things, actually."
"You said you were fine."
"I am. Just not around them."
"Then ignore them."
"What do you think I do?"
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Spring 
Day Weather: 
Heavy Rain
