Name: Manra

Age: 4 Summers

Gender: Female

Pack: Loner

Position: n/a

Appearance: Manra is tall to the shoulder, easily a head above most other females, though standing low enough below a male to appease their masculinity. Though not exceptionally broad, her frame is lithe and somewhat sinewy, giving the impression that perhaps Manra is better built for speed than power. A well sprung brisket and powerful shoulders means that her gait will tend to rather long yet not over reached,a powerful stride that can cover ground and lots of it if necessary. Solid hips and no closeness of the hocks means that she is able to move well. Her head is well-defined and elegant with a clear stop betwixt muzzle and cranium giving her a somewhat noble and proud bearing about her visage which is often mistaken for arrogance. Her auds tend to sit naturally high on her skull, thus giving her an appearence of constant alertness. Manra's eyes are a hazel-green hue with yellow flecking, although her eyes react strongly with her emotions, it is not always clear just precisely what her thoughts are. Manra's pelt is thick and mostly in good health, appearing to be white from a distance, closer inspection would reveal her to be in actuality a rich multitudes of greys that run continuously over her body. Her tail, well feathered, hangs just below her hocks.

Personality:A proud creature that does not back down to any unless she feels need to, although she is more than aware of the presence of rank and the need to submit at times if it means she will survive. Her taller height means that she towers over many and meets the eye of others thus making others often wrongly feel that she seeks to intimidate, impose and subsequently, dominate. Strong-willed and stubborn, Manra is not one to cross lightly for she can be quick to anger, slow to forget and even slower to forgive for she has no patience for the insolent, slackers and those that seek to obtain rank by whatever means they feel they must take. Despite this, Manra is a most noble creature with a gentle streak to her rather stern demeanour though it is not a side of her that is seen often, many being subject to the short temper and sharp tongue that belong to her.

History: Whelped to a pair within a pack, Manra cannot remember much of her time as a pup, nor of her litter mates though there were in actual fact seven in total. Such happy times are but a blur now for the weeks sped by and before long, it seemed but days later that Manra was joining the hunts, experiencing the thrill of the chase and relishing the bloodlust that came with it. Yet, the time inevitably came when her pads grew itchy and she longed to see more of the world beyond the confines of the valley in which she had grown.

There is nothing that particularly defines Manra's history, nothing that makes it spectacular to behold or that makes her one whom we should pity for she would not wish to be so. Instead, she became a traveller, a vagabond that traipsed the lands, eating to survive, hiding from those that laid claim to the lands for it was not her wish to be discovered nor to be asked to dwell amongst them for she was not yet ready to do so. Only now does she venture forth, for she has seen enough of the world to satiate her thirst for knowledge and sights. So, she stands amongst us now, older wiser, and ready to follow a new path in her life...one that binds her once more to her fellow wolven. For Manra is ready.

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