Ree's Pawprints

[reeddragon]

Introduction:

I won't give a lot of info about me, mostly since I barely know any of you yet. I've been RPing off and on for years, usually on some sort of forum,and tend to gravitate toward RPs based on animals/mythical creatures, medieval fantasy, or what my current obsession is. Having said that, it's been quite some time since I've been able to find a good RP board, so I may be a tad rusty. ^.^; Hopefully, it'll all come back to me.

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Current Threads:

Ayria:
~*~Needs some
Lyssenta:
~*~Needs some
Vesperi:
~*~Needs some
Kaine:
~*~Needs some
Safo:
~*~Needs some

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Things I Need to Do:

~*~Check/correct all links
~*~Replace RP thread links with a summary of what's happened in those threads in the near past section, erase the "present" section.
~*~Update relationships.
~*~Make Lyssenta's post match the other wolves'.

[reeddragon]

Ayria the Southern Alphess

*~*~*~*Original Biography Found Here*~*~*~*

General Info
Gender: Female
Age: Two years
Type: Timber wolf
Pack: Southern
Rank: Alphess

Items:
Items she was born with/developed in her parents' pack:
*~*Wings - Full feathery owl wings, mottled/barred silver and white (Appearance)
*~*Horn (single) - A single straight unicorn-like horn, bone-colored, growing from the middle of her forehead (Appearance)
*~*Fangs - Her upper canines (Appearance)

Items she gained in the far past (her history):
*~*Animal Whisperer (Level 2)
*~*Healing (Level 2)

Items she gained after joining the Southern pack:
*~*Air Control (Level 3)
*~*Force-field (Level 2)
*~*Electricity (Level 2)
*~*Empathy (Level 1)
*~*Awareness (Level 1)
*~*Exotic Eyes (pale lavender) (Appearance)
*~*Companion (Small Mammal) - "Almond" the female flying squirrel: Primarily rusty/salt-and-pepper with a white underside
*~*Water Control (Level 3)
*~*Light Control (Level 3)
*~*Weather Control (Level 3)

Appearance:
Ayria is a large-ish, long-tailed, stocky she-wolf. Her fur - primarily silver with a white underside and white stocking markings - covers many minor and moderate scars along her whole body, which can occasionally be seen when the fur is ruffled by the wind or otherwise displaced. Some scars - a row of gashes across the top of her muzzle and similar marks on her shoulders - are always visible, at least when her wings aren't obscuring the view of the latter. Nearly half of her right ear is missing, and much of the remainder is in shreds. Her long legs end in large paws that are often covered in dirt. Her eyes were originally a soft amber/gold color but have recently turned pale lavender.

Temperament:
In general, Ayria's a protective, caring soul. Being as young as she is, she hasn't quite outgrown her puppyhood playfulness, but she usually knows when to put fun and games aside in favor of her duty to the pack. She cares deeply about her packmates and hates to see them sad or in danger. She will go out of her way to protect those she cares about, either from a physical threat or their internal problems. As for trust, she gives everyone a chance, preferring to assume the best of others. Once the trust is broken, however, it's nearly impossible to regain.

Ayria doesn't like fighting, but she won't shy away from it if there's no peaceful solution to the situation, or if someone attacks a packmate. Should her packmates be in danger, she will do everything she can to keep them safe.

The Far Past:
Ayria was born to the alpha pair of a large pack not terribly far from Yellowstone, and lived a happy life playing with her siblings and being encouraged and scolded by her parents in fairly equal measure. It's actually a rather typical and boring part of her life, so let's skip ahead a bit.

As they grew older, she and her siblings (two brothers and two sisters) began to spar with each other, forming a hierarchy between them. The largest of her sisters was found to be the strongest and became the leader of the litter, and she chose one of their brothers as her second-in-command. The alphas took notice of this and began apprenticing her as their heir while, while the beta watched over the chosen brother, teaching him everything he knew. The litter began to grow apart at that point, and Ayria found herself missing the closeness she once shared with all her siblings, but the ache dulled as she formed a bond with Lyssene, one of her packmates that was only a few seasons older than herself.

Once she was of age, Ayria began following Lyssene and the other pack members on their hunts, and Lyssene taught her everything she herself knew on how to take down various types of prey and how to avoid detection while sneaking up on her target. She made her share of mistakes, one of which - a fight with a lynx - earned her the scars on her muzzle - but she learned quickly enough under Lyssene's guidance and became a valuable member of the pack. She and Lyssene grew particularly close in that time, doing everything together and even sharing the same sleeping spot. She would have been happy to have that life forever...

...But, of course, this was not to last. As time went on, prey grew scarce. The alphas tried to hold the pack together, but - slowly - it shrank as other wolves wandered off to find new homes. This included Lyssene, who snuck out at night and was never seen again. Ayria was devastated at the loss, but her grief was cut short in favor of concern for the rest of the pack. The wolves were getting skinny due to lack of prey, and it was clear that the pack as it was would not survive.

It took several nights of despair and lonely thoughts to make Ayria decide to leave the pack. Mindful of what she was doing, she left late one night while the others slept, going as far and as fast as her legs and wings would carry her before she could change her mind. As night turned into morning, she began to slow, and - finally - collapse.

She awoke sometime later to the sight of an elderly she-wolf named Ynta. The she-wolf was a loner, just like her now, and the two struck up a fast friendship. Ynta was a healer and an animal whisperer- the secret to her still being alive at her age with no pack to help her - and she taught these abilities to Ayria. Ayria was fascinated with the concepts of being able to heal and communicate with animals, and it didn't take long for her to master the basics. The two were almost a pack, spending each moment together teaching learning, laughing, and making each day the best day of their lives.

One night, Ayria awoke to sharp yelps nearby. A cougar had found the wolves' den and had chosen Ynta as its next meal. The elder wolf was bleeding from several places on her body and limping in two legs. Ayria let out a fierce howl and rushed at the cougar, but the large cat was faster and jumped behind Ayria, and then on top of her, leaving the gashes in her shoulder. It tried to clamp its jaws on her head, but Ynta intervened and its aim was thrown off, taking a piece of the young wolf's ear instead. Shaking off her injuries as best she could, Ayria threw herself at the cougar, her saber teeth ripping into its neck , ripping away its life. In pain but victorious, she turned to her friend.

Sadly, Ynta had succumbed to her injuries, spending the strength that might have saved her on ensuring Ayria's survival.

Ayria spent the next several days in mourning. For the first time since meeting Ynta, depression had taken over, and she almost wished the cougar had killed her. Then, one night, she dreamt of a stream in the middle of a beautiful forest. Ynta was there, looking younger and stronger than Ayria thought possible. The Ynta in her dream told her that she had no need to be sad, that she was at peace and that she was proud to have saving Ayria's life as her last act. She then told her that she needed to move on, find a new pack, and live her life, and that she knew that Ayria would make her and everyone she knew proud one day.

Ayria woke up, feeling simultaneously sad and at peace with what had happened. She kept all her wounds from the battle - something to remember Ynta by - and set off, eventually encountering the Southern pack.

The Near Past:
*~*Into the Hurricane - The fight for Southern Alpha. Kairos was the first to step up. Syrus challenged him and lost. Kairos refused the position, however, because it would mean losing Corra as a potential mate. That left Brock to step up into the alpha position.
*~*Waterworks - After the events of the above thread, Ayria went to the basin to think. What followed truly cemented her place in the pack, and she ended up becoming Brock's mate and the alphess of the Southerners.
*~*Taking Care of Business - Ayria calls the pack for an important meeting.
*~*Epic Fail, or Win? - Ayria encounters a stranger in Southern lands.
*~*When the world opens - Ayria meets a new pack member out in the cold of autumn.

The Present:
*~*Puppy Play Time! - A lighthearted meeting of the youngest members of the pack turns tragic when Cheveyo is bitten by a rattlesnake. Ayria attempts to heal her before it's too late, and eventually succeeds, but Cheveyo admits to seeing...something...
*~*Pack Hunt - Brock and Ayria lead the pack on what they hope to be a successful hunt. Their chance of succeeding grows smaller at the sound of a howl, which they'll later find out was Moonrunner announcing her departure from the pack.
*~*Staking a Claim - Ayria seeks out new territory for her pack.
*~*I Keep My Distance - Ayria meets with a packmate she rarely sees.
*~*Intruder! - Ayria and her packmates find an intruder on their territory.

Plots:
*~*She needs some.

Noteworthy Relationships:
*~*Brock - Mate
*~*Eyolf and Cheveyo - Ayria feels a certain closeness to these three after recent events, and feels almost as though they're her own pups.
*~*Kairos and Corra - Ayria greatly respects this pair, who would have become the alphas instead of her if not for Corra's wish to keep a lower rank.
*~*Illyrian - She doesn't know Illyrian that well, and hasn't known her for that long, but the other she-wolf left a big impression on her. In Illyrian, Ayria senses a sort of kindred spirit.
*~*Moonrunner - Rival turned enemy

Other Notes:
~Nothing special yet~

[reeddragon]

Lyssenta the Southern Pup

Name: Lyssenta, and any shortening thereof
Gender: Female
Age: Newborn
Type: Timber - British Colombian - Grey Wolf Mixed Blood.

Pack: Southern
Rank: Pup
Items:
~Animal Whisperer (Inherited, to be developed later)
~Wings; Fully developed & Black+Silver, mottled/barred like an owl's (Inherited)
~Horn - bone-colored, unicorn-style horn in the middle of her forehead. Starts as a barely-visible bone nub, will grow into a proper horn as she ages (Inherited)
~Telepathy - to be developed later
~Enchanting Voice
~Bio-Luminescence - Peppered into her tail

Appearance:
Lyssenta has her mother's stocky frame and long tail. Her fur is vaguely similar to her mother's as well, though the gray deepens to black on her top - from the top of her muzzle to the tip of her tail - and on her legs, forming black stocking markings. Her large wings are mottled-barred like an owl's, but are black and silver rather than silver and white. Her eyes haven't opened yet, but when they do they'll see the world through silvery gold irises.

Temperament:
Lyssenta is rather quiet, and one could easily forget she was there. She's also rather affectionate and prefers to be where she can feel or smell her parents or siblings. Once her eyes have opened, she'll be braver, and be content as long as she at least knows where a family member is. As her strength increased, she'll enjoy being active and learning, but she'll always prefer listening to a conversation over participating in one. Anything else remains to be developed as she grows.

History:
This pup was recently born into the Southern pack to her parents Brock and Ayria. She's perhaps the second healthiest pup, after her sister, but her quietness causes some concern for the pack.

[reeddragon]

Vesperi the Western Member

*~*~*~*Original Biography Found Here*~*~*~*

General Info
Gender: Female
Age: Three years
Type: Timber/Arctic wolf
Pack: Western
Rank: Member

Items:
Items she was born with/developed in her parents' pack:
*~*Enchanting Voice (Level 1)
*~*Shapeshifting (Level 2)
*~*Ice Control (Level 3)
*~*Exotic Coat - light, frosty blue (Appearance)
*~*Glittery Fur - silver glitter (Appearance)
*~*Exotic Eyes - pale silver (Appearance)
*~*Painted Claws - silver (Appearance)
*~*Painted Nose - Silver (Appearance)

Items she developed in the Western pack:
*~*Fire Control (Level 3)
*~*Water Walking (Level 2)
*~*Air Walking (Level 2)

Appearance:
Vesperi's body combines the arctic wolf's thick fur and stocky build with the timber wolf's size and facial proportions. She's fairly average height and weight wise, though perhaps a bit heavier than a pure-blooded timber wolf due to her thicker build. Her pelt shows signs of having once been pure white, though her top layer of fur is heavily frosted with pale blue, the color being slightly darker along her top, slightly lighter along her underside, and absent from the top of her muzzle and around her silvery eyes. Silver glitter is embedded throughout her pelt, almost making her appear as ice in bright sunlight. Her nose and claws are also silver, matching each other in hue.

Temperament:
Vesperi is very kind and loving once you get to know her. It's the getting to know her part that's tricky. It's not that she's anti-social, but she doesn't' typically seek out company and tends to be quiet around those she doesn't know. Around her pack, she's a bit less introverted, but even then she's not the most talkative wolf.

Vesperi is generally a calm, patient, overall laid-back wolf. Few are those who have ever seen her angry. She's respectful to those higher and lower in rank than her, and motherly to those who are younger. She hates fighting, but will shield a weaker wolf from an enemy attack without hesitation, and will attack to defend her life or the lives and territory of her pack, if necessary. If possible, she will look for a way to end the fight with the least possible injuries for all involved.

The Far Past:
Vesperi was born somewhere north of Yellowstone to a pack consisting of her parents, a single other breeding pair, and a handful of single wolves. The females of both pairs gave birth within the same week, with the alpha pair whelping five pups and Vesperi's parents whelping three a few days later. The two litters were kept separate for the most part while nursing, with each mother tending to her own young, but - once they were able to eat meat - the pups were equally cared for by all members of the pack.

At the start of her life, Vesperi had been a pure white wolf, though her eyes, nose, and claws have always been silver and she's always had a silvery sparkle to her fur. She has also been able to sing all her life, having inherited her enchanting voice from her mother. Her siblings and the other litter of pups also had their own distinguishing features and talents, with the oldest male from the other litter inheriting his mother's wings. As soon as he was old enough, he learned how to fly, and then he did so all the time. He would laugh and play in the air as much as he had energy, and Vesperi grew jealous of the older pup. No one's sure how it happened - whether it was an inherited gift from her father or whether her body simply discovered the power on its own - but one day as he was playing she morphed into a snowy owl and joined him. From that point on, her father began to train her, and she was soon able to adopt many different forms at will.

When the pups were deemed old enough, the older wolves began t train them to hunt and fight. The pups were eager apprentices, and eventually were able to work together to bring down a young caribou for the pack. As a reward for doing so well, they were all given basic training in the control of various elements, though each pup was only able to control one element. For Vesperi, this was ice, and she trained with Ikari - one of the single wolves in the pack and the only other wolf able to control ice - to learn how to master her element. It was around this time that her fair gained a faint blue tint. The blue tint gradually increased until she became a year old, where it reached its present state.

Not long after her first birthday, the breeding pairs had another litter each. Vesperi helped to care for the pups just as her packmates had taken care of her. Before she knew it, another year had passed and the pups grew faster than she knew was possible. Around this time, she and Hanu - the winged pup that had indirectly triggered her shapeshifting ability- began to notice each other in a romantic light. After much thought and discussion, they left with Tana - her sister - to find their own territory and start their own pack. The trio left their birth pack together and headed south toward an unclaimed land near a lake that they once spotted during a hunt.

What she didn't count on was that Hanu and Tana would also fall in love.

Vesperi was heartbroken when she found out, and tried desperately to win her beloved back. Eventually, though, she decided that her sister's happiness was more important than her own and gave the two her blessing. Pups were born not long after, and Vesperi was there to help the pair out when their young were the most vulnerable. As much as she loved them both, it was hard to watch them together, so - once the pups were semi-independent - she left the pack and headed even farther south, searching for her own place in the world.

And then she discovered Yellowstone.

The Near Past:
*~*Somewhere I Belong - Aching for a home, Vesperi gathers her courage and approaches the western pack's territory, where she is taken in as a member.

The Present:
*~*By The Water - Vesperi comes upon a packmate while getting to know her new territory.

Plots:
*~*She needs some.

Noteworthy Relationships:
*~*~None yet~

Other Notes:
~Nothing special yet~

[reeddragon]

Kaine the Northern Member

*~*~*~*Original Biography Found Here*~*~*~*

General Info
Gender: Female
Age: Three years
Type: Timber Wolf
Pack: None
Rank: Loner

Items:
*~*Air Control (Level 3)
*~*Wings - large dragon wings, Navy blue around the bones and white elsewhere (Appearance)
*~*Enhanced Sense- sight (Appearance)
*~*Claws (Appearance)
*~*Spikes - A sort of stripe of black spikes along the top of her neck, back, and tail (Appearance)
*~*Armor - Black scales that form a sort of mask on her face, going across the top of her muzzle and around her eyes (Appearance)
*~*Exotic Coat - Navy blue, with some white (Appearance)
*~*Reflective Fur (Appearance)
*~*Bangs/Mane - A pale blonde horselike mane that reaches about halfway down her leg at its lowest point. (Appearance)
*~*Exotic Eyes - Blood red (Appearance)
*~*Immortality (Level 3)
*~*Fire Breath (Level 2)

Appearance:
Kaine is tall and lean, with her build bordering on medium and showing signs of having once been better fed. Her thick pelt is primary navy blue, though she sports a white underside and white stocking markings on all four legs. Her pelt is reflective, and so often has tinges of green, brown, or gray among the navy and white. Her blood red eyes are always alert and focused on something, but rarely on another wolf even if she's in the middle of a conversation. Framing her eyes and shielding the top of her muzzle are a series of black scales that form a sort of mask on her face. Black quills/spikes line the top of her neck, back, and tail, at times poking through her pale blonde mane. The mane is fairly long, reaching about halfway down her front legs at the lowest point, and flows behind her when she flies or runs. Her wings are large and draconic - sporting navy blue scales and white leather. Her claws are the same black shade as her armor and spokes, but are long and retractable and quite noticeable against the white of her paws.

Temperament:
Kaine isn't the most social wolf you'll ever meet. In a pack or all alone, you're more likely to find her wandering around some distance away from her den than among a group of her own kind. This isn't to say she can't tolerate other wolves. She can tolerate one or two others for an extended period, and can deal with a group when it comes to important matters, but she tends to prefer to be left alone with her thoughts.

Kaine is a sort of middle ground between nice and mean. She doesn't often go out of her way to help others, unless someone somehow worms their way into her heart, but she doesn't go out of her way to hinder or belittle them either. In the same way, she's not unpleasant to talk to...most of the time...but she's not the best of company either. Her tendencies are to simply tolerate anyone around her and leave them be as long as they leave her be. She isn't much better to anyone that does manage to make friends with her, though she does look out for those individuals and shows she cares in her own way.

Kaine holds a grudging respect for packs and stronger loners. When she was still in a pack, loyalty and obedience to the higher-ups was strongly enforced and that part of her still exists even as a loner. She tries especially hard not to get attached to elders, pups, and disabled wolves, knowing how fragile life is even for the strongest individuals. When she does come to care for someone, the feeling is intense, and things like death hit her particularly hard.

The Far Past:
Kaine's family pack was very large, as packs go. It was large to the point where the alphas were forced to restrict breeding rights. Only they, the betas, and a few of the strongest females were given the privilege the year that Kaine was conceived. The fall and winter of that year were harsh, and weather and starvation killed many members and lead to more than one miscarriage. Spring brought on further tragedy with stillborns and early pup deaths. Only three pups managed to survive to be weaned, each from a different leader: Kaine was the betas' daughter and Erin and Tristan came from two different non-ranked pairs.

The alpha was getting old, and all his living pups had since moved on to form their own packs. His mate had died giving birth to a dead litter, and he had no desire to take on another mate. Instead, he watched over the pups as they played, waiting to see who among the survivors was most fit to be the next alpha. This took quite some time. Erin was by far the weakest of the three, but Kaine and Tristan were more or less equal in strength, intelligence, and fighting capability. When neither showed any weakness against the other, the alpha determined that the two should be mates and trained them for leadership together. Kaine fell in love with Tristan and thought he was falling for her in turn, and she was looking forward to taking over the pack with him by her side.

The three pups - having no other pups in the area - had been best friends all their lives, and even with the future seemingly set the couple spent as much time as possible with Erin. Over time, however, Erin began to visibly fall for Tristan, and he began treating her with the same affection he and Kaine shared. Gradually, less and less affection passed between Kaine and Tristan, and it became clear not just to her, but to the whole pack that Tristan and Erin would someday be mates. Kaine distanced herself from the two. It hurt, and she felt betrayed that Tristan would choose Erin over her when they seemed destined to be together, but she didn't want to stand between them. She tried to be the good friend, tried to be happy for them, tried not to let the bitterness overtake her. She failed at that, but managed to keep everything bottled up for the sake of her only friends.

Then the pups turned two, and the alpha was feeling the drawbacks of old age to the point where he simply couldn't perform his duties anymore. Still, with Tristan choosing Erin over Kaine, he was left with a problem: which of the two would take over for him? To resolve this once and for all, he gathered the pack together and had Tristan and Kaine fight for the title.

With her bitterness having been kept in check so long, the fight seemed like the perfect release. She gladly made the first move, charging at Tristan full-force. Hesitant to attack his friend, he was bowled over and pinned down with sharp claws and a bite to the side of his neck.

Somehow, he managed to wriggle free, and the fighting commenced. It took quite some time - the two wolves were fairly evenly matched, just as they had always been. Gradually, Tristan gained the upper paw, and - several wounds later - he was sitting in front of her and she was on her side. Both remained where they were, wounded and bleeding in the grass that was their battleground.

A short time passed, but Kaine was unable to get up. Tristan was declared the alpha and a healer tended to the wolves' wounds. Once they were healed, Tristan took Erin as his alphess.

As Kaine watched the happy couple, she knew she could never be happy in the pack. Perhaps not in any pack. She ran away, heading as far away from her former home as she could manage each day. The howls of her former friends haunted her. They were chasing after her, she knew. They wanted her back, but she was determined not to go back. In the end, she had gone too far for them, or they had simply given up. Either way, she finally had peace.

And so she continued to wander, and has done so since.

The Near Past:
*~*Moonrunner - Alphess from the North - Kaine finds the abandoned cabin while searching for shelter far away from her former pack, and gets more than what she bargained for.
*~*Gaellis; Look to the North - Kaine answers the howl of a pack mate.

The Present:
*~*Northern Rebel Pack Meeting! - Kaine attends a pack meeting.

Plots:
*~*She and Ellis have begun to notice each other as they struggle with the pack's overall brutality.
*~*She needs some more.

Noteworthy Relationships:
*~*None, yet

Other Notes:
~Nothing special yet~

[reeddragon]

Safo the Eastern Beta

*~*~*~*Original Biography Found Here*~*~*~*

General Info
Gender: Female
Age: Two years
Type: Red wolf/gray wolf, with the red being dominant
Pack: Eastern
Rank: Beta

Items:
*~*Fire Control (Level 3)
*~*Power Eyes (Level 1)
*~*Modified Stomach (Appearance)
*~*Exotic Eyes (leafy green) (Appearance)

Appearance:
Safo is only a little larger than average in height, build, and proportions as far as red wolves go, which means she’s likely on the small side compared to the rest of the pack. Those that aren’t familiar with her particular breed might mistake her for a mostly grown, malnourished pup. She has a limp in her front right leg caused by an old injury - the bones in her shoulder were broken while running from a stampede and a healer arrived too late to fix the damage completely. The injury remains visible to this day; a deformity that’ll surely keep her out of the higher ranks, but one that hasn’t hindered her to the point of exile or omega status. The limp disrupts an otherwise light, almost bouncy gait.

Safo’s pelt is primarily a rusty red color mottled with salt-and-pepper, with the mottling more prominent on her top – from the top of her head down her neck and back and on her tail. Her underside is white, as are the toes on her front legs and the bottom halves of her hind legs. Her eyes were originally a bright golden color - though recently they've turned leafy green - and often hold a crazed look when she’s anticipating a fight or a hunt.

Temperament:
Safo tries to come off as charming and lovable. It’s up to the individual to determine whether or not she succeeds. She is generally a sweet wolf, sincerely caring and loyal, quiet but friendly, and eager to please. She doesn’t play as much as a wolf her age might, unless it’s in the water, and she is sure to take it easy if there’s going to be a hunt or a fight in the near future. She always makes sure to pull her weight in the pack, however. Her main desire is to prove to the pack that she will not be a burden, despite her bad shoulder.

With no hope of ever being higher ranked than a normal pack member (so she thought until recently), Safo’s ambitions involve getting on the higher-ups’ good sides. She is respectful and obedient, always willing to listen if someone needs to talk, and happy to provide a distraction from life if needed. She herself tries not to let life get her down. After all, she’s lucky that she even survived this long, and she can work around her personal difficulties.

Safo enjoys company from wolves of both genders and all ages. When it comes to friendship, she prefers the older and calmer wolves to the younger and energetic ones, since she has a hard time keeping up with the latter. When it comes to romance…she feels as though no one would ever think of her as a worthy mate, but she’d be happy with whatever romantic attention any single male pays her.

Since becomig a beta, Safo hasn't really changed. Her ambition is now to look after the other wolves as best she can while carrying out the alpha's orders and to keep on Thor's good side, as well as to get along with everyone she can.

The Far Past:
Safo started life as a happy, playful little pup. Born to normal-ranking wolves but raised with the whole pack along with other litters conceived that year, she had no shortage of playmates. Her early years were of playtime, learning, and sparring among the others her age to see where she would stand in the pack when she came of age. She wasn’t the alpha or the beta of the pups, but she was among the more dominant and proud that she could at least count herself among the strongest of the generation.

When the pups came of age, they were taken out on a training hunt. It was supposed to be an easy, uneventful hunt that would end with food for the pack. The most dominant pup was put in charge of selecting the prey, however, and selected a young fawn as their target. Not a problem for most situations, but the mother was more protective than some might be and the attack resulted not in fleeing, but in the entire herd running toward the young wolves. Everyone made it out of the stampede alive, but Safo received a brutal kick to the shoulder as she darted toward a crevice between two rocks. Once the danger passed, one of the pups ran for help, but their hunt led them far away from the dens, and by the time a healer came along it was too late to set the bones just right. He was a talented healer and did the best he could, and it’s thanks to that that Safo is still able to walk and fight at all.

The happy-go-lucky pup changed into a brooding, quiet one after that incident, and it was some time before her old personality began to shine through. Her pack helped her to recover, and her siblings kept her spirits up, encouraging her as she regained strength in her injured limb and cheering for her when she returned victorious from a hunt several months later. She would never be the strongest or swiftest wolf, but she could hold her own and contribute to the pack as much as anyone else and that was reason enough for them to celebrate.

The pups grew into adults, and it came time for most of them to disperse. Safo was among the wolves that had chosen to seek their destiny elsewhere. The pack was worried for her and tried to convince her not to go, but she assured them that she would be fine and – in the end – they relented, with some giving her advice for living with an unknown pack. So she left her parents’ pack and wandered out into the unknown, eventually coming across and joining the Eastern pack.

The Near Past:
*~*Reunited – Safo found an intruder on Eastern territory. While trying to run her off, she was interrupted by Dax. Turns out the intruder is someone Dax knows and loves. Thor appeared moments later - the intruder's distressed cry ringing throughout the territory - and the three gave him the details of the situation. He rewarded Safo by making her a beta, reprimanded Dax for interrupting the fight, and allowed the intruder - Cierra - to stay.
*~*Too Useless to Die – Safo indulges in her new taste for plants and comes across one of the pack's more timid members.
*~*Into The Forest... – Safo is called along with the rest of the pack to meet their newest member.

The Present:
*~*A MEETING – Safo is taken to the cabin to help fortify it.

Plots:
*~*A permanently injured wolf, she came to the pack hoping she could at least live a decent, if unremarkable, life. She did better, becoming the pack's beta and serving directly under the alpha for a good while before Thor and then Sira disappeared and she became acting alpha herself. Sira is back to run things, and Safo finds herself slowing down, her old injury having been made worse from all the time she spent searching for the missing pack leaders. She plans to step down as beta and become a regular member again. Little does she know she'll never get the chance to live a normal life again.

Noteworthy Relationships:
*~*Thor - Safo respects this wolf above all others and desires to keep impressing him, especially after he gave her her new rank.

Other Notes:
~Nothing special yet~