Player: Zita
Other Wolves: Skath, Silven, Duvessa, Zine Aldasia, Larion, Mesmiardes, Randwyn, Sosanna, Miska

Name: Ygahn (EE-gon) (Also responds happily to "Ig" or "Iggy")
Gender: Male
Age: 2
Pack: None
Rank: None

Appearance:
Ygahn was the biggest pup in his litter, but that doesn't quite hold true to him now. He seems smooth and sleek and graceful with well-proportioned body. About his face there is usually an air of barely contained merriment, or just simple contentment with his own cleverness. Ygahn can be a bit vain about maintaining his fur and grumbles quite a bit if it gets mussed up.

Said fur is silver, gray, and all the shades that run between white and black. Darker streaks smooth over him where they will, giving him the appearance that he's always just been splashed with water. There are hints of rusty brown around the edges of his ears, and his underbelly is white to pale grey as it wills, but he's murky as a stormcloud for the most part. His eyes glow with merriment, a golden-orange color. They aren't so bright a shade in reality, but the happy intelligence and self-satisfaction in them makes them have an extra gleam. He has a charming, winsome smile and can seem very innocent with just the way he holds his body.

In motion, Ygahn is balanced and graceful and easy out of long practice of running, leaping, bounding for his own amusement. He often suffers from too much pent up energy. He's more likely to flee than fight, and can run with a dancer's grace in a circle around a slow opponent whilst taunting them into a rage.

Personality: Ygahn may as well be a coyote rather than a wolf. He's a playful, devious, self-serving fellow and is more than happy with being on his own. It's not that he's malevolent or anti-social, that couldn't be further from the truth. He just hates feeling pinned down. Ig is a wanderer at heart and loves to play. He's also clever enough to stay out of most bad situations, or smooth his way out with his tongue if necessary. He likes the ladies, though they usually don't like him once they get past his looks. Iggy is entirely unashamed of himself and happy with what he is. He doesn't like feeling constrained by too much pack hierarchy or the like, so he may hang around for the laughs and joy of companionship but when the road gets tough Ygahn goes trotting on his merry way with a joke and a grin.
Ygahn is a charmer, a friendly jester with more self-interest than is good for social bonds, but he is a good soul once you get past the quirks. Iggy's loyalty isn't free, but he will help out his friends if it doesn't put him too near the fire for comfort. Deals can be struck with him, but too much backstabbing just goes entirely over Ig's head with a whizz. Raid some prey from a pack and get out alive? Sure! Sounds like fun! Kill somebody? Not so much. He's sneaky and a bit loose with the idea of property, but Ygahn is no killer.
He's just a handsome rogue with a silver tongue and not a care in the world.

History: Ygahn was born to two smaller wolves, accounting for his rather shorter stature. They were rather inconsistent about obeying pack boundaries and prey rights, to put it gently. Ygahn and his siblings were raised in a slightly hectic but jolly and entertaining situation where food was something you won by being clever about getting it. They stole gleefully out from under the noses of those snooty local pack wolves. Those same pack wolves were quite annoyed with them, but Ygahn's little clan didn't mind. They roamed far and wide when the local packs stepped up their border security too much, and they wreaked havoc wherever they went. The family was independent, but close and loving and full of glee with their small successes. They had close calls along with wild strokes of luck. The pack wolves cursed them, and those they helped loved them. They were a family of Robin Hoods and loved every minute of it.

Finally, Ygahn got a little older. He tended to go off by himself more and became increasingly interested in finding his own way in life. The way his parents taught him, of course, but his own. Ygahn felt some deep urge in his heart to wander and do what he wanted, maybe find a pretty fae to start his own family with. That would please him greatly, to raise his own batch of pups in the way of the jolly thief. The family was surprised by the idea, but in their pragmatic and disorganized way decided it would be a good idea after all. A bunch of solitary wolves, they reasoned, were much better at slipping by packs than a family group. They took to the idea with enthusiasm, especially the pups. They agreed, so Ygahn cheerily wished them all the best of luck and gave them all the love in his uncomplicated heart, then he went off on his own.

Ygahn did quite well on his own, kicking about without a care in the world to keep him down. He could eat rabbits that he was untroubled about taking wherever he crossed them. He could steal away like, well, a thief from a pack patrol. He could hide like a shadow and run like a bird flew, it was all good to him. Ygahn has roved for a while as a happy, loll-tongued vagrant with no respect for anybody and love of life itself. Maybe he'll stay, maybe he'll go. The one thing that is for sure is he'll raise a riot while he's here!