Name: Toby (short for Tobian)

Gender: brute

Age: 2

Appearance: A hansome wolf he is. Bearing a bright gold canvas that gleams in the bright sunlight. His frame is nice and strong, and musclear. Able to run great distances on his long legs, with his banner of a tail flowing right behind him. His lovely eyes are the color of a fresh leaf. He has long fur, but sticks too him, but flops around whenever he moves, espcially around his legs and tail, and mane. His ears are well insulated, and are nice a big, also pointy for listening in on sounds. His almost as soft as a puppy's paws pads are the color pitch black on which he wanders upon. He has a big maw, that is perfectly shaped, with good sized teeth that fit snuggly. He has a bit of a high voice, that is almost like a whine in some cases, but also sounds rough and stratched up a bit. He walks with a sort of high headedness, with a smile always on his face and happily bounding wherver he may go.

Personality: With a bright smile on his face, he has a warm, but sometimes annoying attitude. You'll always find him, trying to have fun. It sometimes gets him in trouble. But he never stops trying. He never gives up in a fight, or in anything for that matter. If it's one he hates, it's someone putting him down, saying he can't do anything, things like that. It drives him insane, if it's really bad, and will lash at the wolf, demanding respect. Speaking of respect he always wants it. He doesn't demand it, like a evil wolf, because he's not like that. He is very kind and very loving, though not that loving. Although he doesn't care for others feelings sometimes, it is not always. He's always there to help out, and is very loyal in everything he does. he acts very strange around females, and gets very nervous. This is only because if they're flirting with him. He doesn't like the idea of being flirted with, and it usually leads to...Strange things happening, to scare them away from him, so he is left alone. And if there's anything that makes him more happy, it's the summer time. He loves the warmth, and he usually bounds about.

History: He wasn't always as happy as he once was. He was an orphan at birth. His pack was killed by a rogue pack, and he survived because he was hidden by his mother. He found, by a widowed wolf, who had lost her alpha mate 3 months ago. She adopted him into her pack, and they adored him. She raised him like he was her own pup. He often wandered away from his pack, and his pack often times worried dearly about him. But Tobian was becoming a bit suspicious of them. It was only until his other-mother told him the truth. " Pup I wanted to tell you something. Your not my real pup. Ypur parents were killed by a rogue pack. I found you as a survivor and adopted you." She told him one night away from the rest of the pack atop a hill. Tobian was shocked and angry. e was only a year old when she told him this. He shook his head, and closed his eyes tightly, and then a tear fell off his soft cheek. " It's not true! No! It can't be!" He snarled at her. He then got up and ran away, with his other-mother yelling for him to come back. He never did come back, but he's never managed to hold the truth. But he's managed to forget about it and today he's a happy-go-lucky wolf with no troubles.

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