Name: Rosamaria (Rose)
Age: 3 ½
Gender: Female
Species: Mexican Wolf
Pack: Isa'fea
Position: None
Appearance: Rose is what you would call a Mexican wolf. She’s a smaller form of the common gray wolf, standing at about 2 ½ feet and with 3 ½ feet of length on her. Her coat is a mixture of brownish red, dark brown, white, and hints of gray. Her eyes have a reddish tint to them, hence her name Rose. With a smaller body, she’s also lithe and can move with a grace and elegance that’s uncommon for her age. She still looks like she’s a bit younger but her wisdom exceeds her age.
Personality: Rose is known as a free spirit. She always wants something to do but she’s going to do it her own way. Some find that quite frustrating but others tend to love her for it. She’s very strong willed, and soft, but she will defend herself to the death if she has to. Like the saying goes ‘The petals of a rose may be soft but beware of the thorns.” The only thing she doesn’t seem to know much about is having relations with other wolves. She had a mate at one point, yes, but that will be explained later.
Where she is powerful and free outwardly, in her mind, she’s nothing more than a frightened little pup. She has not had the easiest life and at times, it makes her very skittish and nervous around other wolves. She tries to create the illusion that she’s certain of herself but she tends to feel subconscious about her actions and who she is. As she often says “Looks can be deceiving.”
History: Rosamaria has not lived the normal life of a wolf. Before she was born, her mother Cisarsia lived out in a sparse woodland area with her mate and two others. Food was very scarce so there wasn’t enough for a large pack to survive. Her mother lived a generally happy life until humans ventured into the land. Sadly, they were poachers and were looking for a cheap way to get a wolf pelt.
Rose’s father was gunned down along with the two other pack members, but Cisarsia managed to get away with a wounded leg. She stayed in the woods to nurse her injury but other humans captured her and put her in a rescue recovery environment so that she could heal. Cisarsia didn’t know this of course. She feared everyday that these “poachers” would end up killing her as well.
Another wolf was in the same closed in pen that she was held captive in. In a desperate attempt to repopulate the Mexican wolf species, the humans had put a male wolf in with her in hopes that they would mate and have pups. Cisarsia did not have any inclination or desire to have another mate, but the male didn’t give her much of a choice. He was a brutal creature and forced her to submit to him against her will.
Two months later, she gave birth to four pups, one of which was Rosamaria. The young pup never really understood what it meant to be in captivity until humans came and took one of her sister’s away to be raised in another recovery environment. Rose was always a squeamish, scared little pup and she barely left her mother’s side, if she could help it.
During her young life, her mother had one more litter but all the pups died at birth. It broke Cisarsia’s heart and she did all that she could to keep away from the male wolf. When Rosamaria was 1 ½, the humans deemed that she was ready to re-enter the wolf civilization so she could raise a family of her own. The young wolf was horrified and she tried to cling to her mother but Cisarsia told her that it would be best if she left. At least she would have a chance at a happy life.
A happy life did not come quickly for Rose.
She didn’t know what it was like in the real world. She had never been taught to hunt, fend for herself, find shelter, or anything of the sort. In her mother’s depressed state, she had never thought to teach her daughter the ways of the world. And unfortunately, no other wolf seemed to want to help her either.
Rose ventured from land to land, trying to find another pack to join but to no avail. Most seemed to know that she had been born into captivity and didn’t want to associate with her. A wolf that didn’t know how to hunt or track was not one that could help their pack become stronger. Rose spent many nights huddled beneath a low hanging rock as it rained, weeping out her sorrows.
It wasn’t until she was 2 that she finally tried to live the life of a normal wolf. She forced herself to learn how to hunt, though all she could really catch was a small rabbit here and there. It kept her body very small and thin but that didn’t seem to bother her.
On one such hunt, she ran smack dab into another wolf as she was trying to grab a rabbit. The large timber snarled at her and would have attacked had Rose not immediately dropped into a submissive position. Of all things her mother had taught her, it was to grovel.
The male, Kolifar, had pity for the poor young female and he took her back to the pack he was part of and introduced her to the others. Rose was terrified out of her mind but Kolifar encouraged her to meet the others so that she could actually have a real life. Much to the she-wolf’s surprise, they welcomed her with open arms.
It took nearly a year before Rosamaria finally began living a normal life. Kolifar was there for her the whole time, encouraging her not to be afraid of the others and to make her own decisions. The pair grew closer and closer the more time they spent together and before long they became mates.
When she turned 3, Rosamaria had gained the status of omega along with Kolifar. They lived in peace with their pack and thought that nothing could happen to destroy their happiness. One evening, Rose heard a strange sound outside of the den they were staying at. She looked out to find lights blazing upon the rest of her sleeping pack. Fear gripped her and she howled to wake the others from their peaceful slumber.
Disorientated, they didn’t realize the impending danger until it was too late. Shots rang out and Rose turned only to watch as Kolifar fell to the ground with a bullet hole through his flesh. Horrified and filled with grief, she attacked the first human person she saw. She managed to clamp her teeth about his neck and strangle him but a gunshot sent her running. The rest of her pack members fell victim to the poachers.
Rosamaria traveled across the land, her mind in a state of turmoil. Fear gripped her heart whenever she thought of humans and pain shredded through her whenever Kolifar invaded her mind. Much like her mother, she fell into a state of depression but she wouldn’t allow herself to completely break down. Kolifar had taught her to live. She would not betray his memory by becoming a shivery, scared little she-wolf.
Determined not to let her mate’s death be in vain, she strived to become a spirited and lighthearted wolf. She fought when she had to and lived as if everyday brought a new opportunity. Though she sometimes became scared and distraught, she would not let her past completely ruin her life for if she did, she would be as dead on the inside as her other pack members.