Name: Citrate
Age: 3
Gender: fae
Pack: loner
Position:
Apperance:
Citrate is a wolf as purely white as snow. Being an Arctic wolf she has a very thick coat of fur for cold conditions. Her fur is all white with the exception of a black stripe that begins behind her right shoulder and straitens out onto her back. It ends half the way down her thick, bushy, white tail. Her nose is black and her eyes are a pale yellow. From her paws to her shoulder she stands 31 inches high and is 4 feet long from nose to tail. She weights 162 pounds. Her build is fairly massive with rippling muscles, but not increadibly bulky. Her gaint is firm and controlled. She's not much of a stroller, more of a sneaker. Her voice is a normal tone with an axcent because she's not from around here. Her fur makes perfect cover in the midst of snow, but stands out badly any other time. Her massive weight makes her more of a bronse fighter over brains, but this does not slow her down. In fact she is a fairly fast runner, making her exceptional at hunting. She can even take down fawns and not just the little ones. On occasion she may be able to take on a dough, but it'd have to be a little undersized. She works very well in groups as this was how she worked in her old pack.
Personality:
Citrate has a fun-loving attitude. Though many may figure that Arctic Wolfs from the northern cold places are wise, she's not all this way. She likes cold weather because in the warm weather she gets too hot in her thick coat of arctic fur. Though she is able to shead some of it she can't get all of it. She trys to cover up her hard past and this mainly adds on to her joyful attitude. She believes that Arctic Wolfs of the past watch over her and help her through harsh times. She loves making friends, so she's good at it. You have to watch your back because she finds it fun to sneak up on people and playfully tackle them over. Perhaps this makes her sould like a pup, but she's far from it. She's an excellent hunter because where she comes from there were mainly large grazing animals. Today she very much misses the taste of musk, oxen, and cariboa. The scrawny prey dosen't suite her even if she has to eat it sometimes. The only some-what satisfying meal these parts have to ofer her is deer. Sometimes she may go too far with others and be considered abnoxious and annoying. However when it comes to the wise wolfs of old she gets very religious, so, don't make fun of her for it or she WILL get mad. She thinks they saved her life so she is in debt to them and will only make friends with people who she feels can except that. Citrate works very well in groups since it took many to bring down the large grazing animals of her old home land. High hopes of the future is finding a new pack, hopefully simular to her old one. Maybe she's not the only Arctic Wolf around here...
History:
Citrate is not from around here. She comes from the noth where it is very cold. Sometimes tempuratures can fall below zero, but the local wolves thick coat of fur keeps them warm. Together they hunted musk, oxen, and cariboa. Many of them had white fur, but some had different colors. She loved her pack derely and was friends with everybody. What happened to her next tore her away from them...for good. One day a violent blizzard came and Citrate lost track of her pack lands. She couldn't even see two inches in front of her. She has convinced herself that a wise wolf of old came and guided her out of the storm. However, she found herself a long way from home and after searching an entire year she gave up finding the pack she loved so much. Why had the wise ones done this to her? How was her pack doing? Had any of them survived. Sadly she knows that she'll never know...she'll NEVER see any of them again! This sad burden follows her everywhere, but she covers it up with her fun-loving and some what obnoxious attitude.
She soon found new land. A land of four packs who did not stay together according to breed or family lines. They each had their own 'personality' of sorts and she finds much interest in this. After educating herself with as much information as possible with all of them she will pick one to, hopefully, reside in. She believes the wise wolves of old will guide her. For now she is a loner, happy to make friends with other loners, but she can never stop thinking of friends left behind. Will a new pack except her? Why not? She is willing and able to serve a new pack with all her mind, heart, body, and soul. She wanders almos ghostly in the forest. Perhaps if it wasen't for the black stripe in her fur others wouldn't almost mistake her for one and flee. She dosen't have much of a history fighting other wolves. She's had a few bralws bwfore and maybe one serious fight, but never a death match. No, she uses the peaceful method for solving problems, only the harsh method if needed.
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