(Seeing as I had to re-register, I thought it'd be nice to redo my wolf's bio and make it more descriptive. :lol: )

Name: Revin

Age: 2

Gender: Male

Pack: Isa'Fea (info hasn't been changed yet)

Position: Subordinate

Appearance: Revin has the look of the typical "arctic wolf". He has a beautiful silver-white pelt that's ash-gray behind his ears and fades to a pale gray on his muzzle. His fur seems to be tinged with gold when the sun is shining. Revin has amber eyes that always seem to be lost in thought. He is slightly smaller than other males, but his size makes no difference to him. He is equally matched in strength with other males larger than him, but prefers not to use strength in tough situations.

Personality: At first site, Revin looks like any other young wolf, itching to explore and see the world. What makes him different from other wolves his age can be seen in his amber eyes, which always look as if they are lost in thought, which is true. Revin treasures whatever knew knowledge he can find. When in a tough situation, he prefers brains to brawn. Revin is usually distant, timid, and quiet, but in the presence of friends, he can become quite talkative. When other wolves are out hunting, Revin prefers to lie under a tree and observe what goes on around him. Revin becomes very uncomfortable when others ask him about his past. Though he looks cheerful on the outside, he will forever be scarred within.

History: Revin doesn't know the complete details about his past, but he does know a fair amount of it. For one thing, Revin's parents were, for lack of any other way to say it, "tamed" wolves. This meaning that Revin's parents had been raised by humans, therefore, when the humans finally released them, they were completely bewildered as to what to do next. Revin's parents wandered the land for many months looking for wild wolf packs. When they stumbled upon one however, they were forced to leave with their tails tucked between their legs. The wild wolves could tell that they were "tame" wolves. The way they walked, talked, and most of all, the way they smelled. It didn't matter if the humans had let them go, the stench of humans still lingered on their pelts.

So, Revin's parents were forced to live a life of a lone wolf, scavenging whatever they could lay their paws on and constantly wandering. Revin was born in the month of April, the only pup born. Prey was plentiful and the small family lived quite well for several months. That is, until that one fateful day, the day when a young pup's life was shattered and torn in two. Nothing but a little ball of fur at that time, Revin was with his parents, playing by the stream. All of a sudden, his mother grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and ran over to the den. Don't argue little one. Revin's mother, Nari, hushed. Little Revin couldn't understand why his mother had brought him to the den and why she had tears in her eyes.

Revin did as he was told. The day wore on and the hours slipped by. Curious to what had happened, the little pup wandered outside, and saw. The bodies of Revin's mother and father lay in the rain. The little pup went over to each one and nudged them, but they wouldn't wake. The scent of human hung heavily in the air. Day by day, Revin waited, hoping that his parents would wake from their sleep, but to no avail. A few days past, and the dead wolves drew the attention of ravens. Revin tried to keep fend of the scavenging birds, but they pecked him visiously in turn. The young pup, barely two months old, was forced to run off, leaving his parents to the scavengers.