Name: Vukasin Sandalius, goes by Vuk

Age: 4

Gender: brute

Appearance: He is a very tall brute, about three and a quarter feet at the shoulder. He is lean and well-muscled, with sinews that stand out if her contorts his body. He has a rich ebony pelt, with a yellowish right hind paw. To match this odd paw, he has a yellowish brown tail tip. His eyes, too, are very strange. One(left) is a rich crimson red, the other a pale whitish-yellow, as if he is blind in his right eye. A white spot on his chest is it for his pelt. He walks with a strong, confident gait, never faltering, not even when wounded, not unless he colappses unconcious. He has a scar from one such occasion running from his left hip down his hindleg to his left hindpaw.He is always smiling a dashing, temeritous grin.

Personality: He is a reckless, temeritous brute, often taking risks, though he normally hides it beneath a vile of wisdom. It's what he does. He can't help it. He developed his happy-go-lucky, all-or-nothing view on life from being born the "runt" and living the first three years of said life in the desert, where his entire family died before his eyes. When alone, he is actually a very somber wolf, often striking out viciously at people who disturb his thoughts. He is accepting of pups, though doesn't particularly want any of his own, at least not yet. Pesky little things. Need all sorts of looking after. At heart, he is cool and calculating, often second guessing or putting himself down, though he tries to help other wolves with their problems, and is actually a very good politican. Why? Because He doesn't care. He has no personal interest in the matter. Who better to argue a case than a neutral bystander? Other than that, he is fiercly loyal to packs, esspecially when he has a reason to respect and/or admire the alpha. But, more importantly, no, most importantly, he never tells a lie. Not once in his life has he told a lie. He simply holds back certain bits of information to turn a situation to his advantage.

History: He was born the runt of a litter in the desert to a lone male and female. His father had died in a fight with a small pack of wolves competing for water. Their( Vuk's family's) well was the only well for miles. The other pack wanted it. So His father fought their males, five of them , alone, as he and his brothers Farris and Ferrin, who were twins, were not yet old enough to enter battle. His mother raised them alone until they were about ten months old. Then she died of exposure and dehydration. From then on, it had been the responcibility of Vuk and his brothers to care for each other and struggle to survive. Even though he was the runt, he was their leader, sharpest of mind and strongest of will.

And so they did, until they were almost two years old. One day, Vuk went out to hunt snakes and jack rabbits, and Farris went to check the level of the well, leaving Ferrin to defend their shelter, a small dugout, giving protection less against the meager rain their desert recieved, and more from the horrendous sand storms. When they returned, it was to find Ferrin dead, with a small band of coyotes gnawing on his corpse. He had been killed by a rattle snake, and the coyotes were in te right neighborhood at the right time, and recieved a free meal. Or part of one, at least.

Enraged at both the death of their brother and the difilment of his corpse the remaining two tore into the coyote band, screaming and howling in sorrow and righteous rage. They killed, out of five, three of the coyotes, the remaining two running off yowling and yelping with their tails, or what was left of their tails, tucked far up between their legs. Then he and Farris buried their brother, rolling on the ground in his blood pool to recieve one last reminder of his scent, as was the ways of his desert wolf culture, and slept for three days, howling each time when they woke.

About a year later, he and Farris decided to leave the desert, finally realizing that attempting to scratch out a life in such a climate was futile. They left their so very humble home and struck out for a green land where water flowed in abundance. They traveled for months, witnessing many sights and wonders, before finally finding their way to a forest. In this forest, Farris was to meet his demise.

They found an old abandoned badger set and enlarged it to use as a den, brother working along-side brother as they dug into the rich, moist soil. When their work was finally completed, they went out to hunt. However, unfamiliar with their new surroundings and what lived in these new surroundings, this proved to be stupid beyond belief. His brother was mauled by a bear, a gigantic ursa, and he, Vuk, took off in panic, the horrile shrieks of his doomed brother ringing trough his mind as he ran as far as he could before collapsing, unconcious, into a shallow stream. He lay there for two days before he drug his weary body to it's feet and ran on.

Eventually, he found his way to this land. By now, he knew this place as if he had been born in the forest. Every sign, every signal, every sound, he knew them all. And he would never be caught off gaurd like his brothers had been...

His father had never believed that he would amount to anything, and now.. He almost believed that he was right. He was nothing more than an eccentric healer, at least in his own eyes, backed by an even emptier heart and soul.

It looks good to me! :)
There are a few tiny spelling errors, but it's not worth holding you back over. I know you've been waiting on this guy a while. ;)

-APPROVED BY ZITA-