Name: Deller
Age: 7
Gender: Male
Appearance: A handsome brute with a unique pelt. His back side, including his tail and most of his face are nearly black, while his underbelly and legs are a golden color. His sticking yellow eyes hold that defiance that most young males have. He's strongly built with a wide head and large ears. His teeth are strong, and his muscles are apprant beneath his thick pelt. He has that arrogant air about him. It is clear that any offspring of his would be strong and survive.
DellerPersonality: Dispite holding such a high opinion of himself, Deller is rather soft for a male. He enjoys playing with puppies, and flattering females. He's one to put his two-cents in, and go out of his way to help a pack, even if he doesn't belong to it. He believes that all wolves should be treated equally, and expects that treatment from others. Deller spends most of his time thinking of others, before himself, and a lot of the time he will work himself to exhaustion, only to push himself further.
History: Deller is the oldest soon of an Old She-Wolf. She had no name, nor a pack. A rogue, or loner to put it simply. He grew up amongst brothers much more ruthless than himself, and learned that should he want to survive he could not show weakness, and sympathy was a weakness. They were no pack, however claimed a small patch of land as there own and would run off, or even kill wolves that wondered into it. It was either kill or be killed in those times.
However, when his mother died, his brothers and himself dispersed(?) looking for other means of survival. And that's where we find him now.