Name: River

Age: 7 months

Gender: Female

Appearance: River is a young wolf with big bright puppy blue eyes, and smooth fur as white as winter snow. Her tail is fluffy and long, almost feathered looking, which gives her a unique look. She is tiny for her age, small and lithe, she can wind her way through the thickest grown forest trees. Her paws are tiny, and her gait is a long lope. She often finds herself holding her tail high by mistake, and is reprimanded for this alot. When she is angry or upset, she waves her tail and often narrows her eyes. Annoying at times is her habbit of flicking her ears and twitching her nose when she speaks. In battle, her lithe form often slithers like a snake, making it easy for her to dodge most of the worst blows. Quick and agile, likes to run over endless hills. When faced with a fight, however, she often is the weaker wolf. Her size may make her quick, but she was never the strongest in her litter. Her howl is light and musical, with a little waver.

Personality: River is often irratable and gets on everyone's nerves. She is bright, but when faced with a challenge, is often found to be quite daft. She loves to run, and can be found chasing her tail like a young pup. She is quite cheerful and peppy, and can be very sweet when it really counts. She gets annoyed really fast though, and can be very snappish. She will often be taunted into fights with a single comment, or the tiniest rudeness of another wolf. She isnt very good at judging her place and rank, and never really cared much for the whole "pack" thing. She learns fast, but is extremely lazy when it comes to work. She can be found rolling around somewhere, and loves to lie around. SHe absolutely adores being appreciated (its her one weakness!) and hates insults aimed at her.

History: Since she was born, river's life was never easy. She was always the smallest pup, and was easily taunted by her slightly older siblings. She took after her mother in looks, and never knew her father. Her mother was always a rouge, living on her own. They survived on lemmings and small mice and birds, and often went hungry on colder nights. Living on neutral territory with barely any food taught them to never count on constant resources, and to make use of what you had while you had it. River alone strayed away from their mother, liking to catch her own food and be on her own, enjoying the responsibility and taking care of herself. When she was two months old, her mother ran into another wolf, and got pregnant. Her pups were born early, and She died while giving birth. Alone, she and her three brothers huddled together that cold winter, whimpering in fear. Her brothers strayed out that night to try and hunt, and never came back. After a few days, the snowstorm let up, and she managed to crawl out into the bitter cold. After a bit of seaching, she found her brothers' bodies, half buried in snow. They had been attacked by a bear and killed. To this day, River's dreams are haunted with images of her brothers, the last time she saw them. They had assured her that they would be alright, and she had licked each of them on the forehead and murmured, "Be safe." And then she saw them lying in the snow. After their deaths, River vowed to trust no one, because her brothers had been wrong. They had not been alright, and now she was alone.

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