Name: Shaman
{Name meaning " Wise One"}
Age: 8 Winters
Gender: Male
Pack: Loner
Position:
Appearance: His appearance betrays the eyes of others who judge meerly on looks. To most he is but an old loner searching for his final resting place. Though he contains much more vigor and wisedom than one would think. His pelt is a mixed gray, with some white thrown in. His face has faded in color through his years now past. His eyes are a brilliant amber, though he may be old his eyes shine with the same lust as they did when he was but a pup. He is not as useful as he used to be on hunts but his constant running in search of a pack has kept him fit and there is still hope for him yet. He has perfected his gait in such a way as to run for long periods of time with no sign of exhaustion. He is bulky and quite large even for a male. Well muscled and fitly built is his frame. In the darkest hours of night he is difficult to spot despite his size.

Personality: Though he may not be at the peak of his years, he is still considered fun to be around, especially for pups as they enjoy his tales about the many journeys he has embarked on. His wisedom reaches beyond the knowledge of any young varg. He is kind yet cunning. Loving yet sly. As most wolves would think he does not act old, he acts as he once was as a young high spirited wolf, ready to take on any challenge the world could throw at him. Shaman is able to remain calm in the toughest and most dangerous of moments. Many look to him for advice in their times of need and troubles.

History: Rynn's( His mother) warmth was calming as her heartbeat lulled him to sleep. He and his 4 siblings had their first practice hunt and were exhausted. Dante ( his father) spadded over to the cave entrance one last time to stand guard. All of a sudden everything was different. The shrill bay of hounds echoed through the forest as Rynn scrambled to gather the pups. Dante was alert and ordered Rynn to take 2 pups and run to saftey. That was the last time Shaman saw his mother. Shaman was pushed to the back of the cave as Dante figured out what to do. Finally Dante grabbed the pups and headed outside....too late. The hounds had caught thier scent and Dante Sprinted past a hound to get away. Another dog cut him off and yet another ramed into him as he darted sideways. Out of breath Dante ordered the young pups to run. Kashera ( Shaman's sister) fell back not able to keep up. Shaman rushed back to her urging her to speed up. In the distance the was a sharp "BANG!". Shaman sped up and nipped Kashera to move faster. Being young the pups had barely made it past the big oak tree when the hounds were onto them. Kashera fell back again and Shaman looked back to see a cloud of dust as the hounds caught up to her...he ran faster now and could hear the strong beat of a hound running after him. He saw a small hole in a tree and dove for it. Everything went black as he was knocked out by the impact of his head to the base of the tree.
He woke up to an angry chipmunk chipering for him to get out if the tree. Wearily he got up. Finally he headed out. In his first few days he struggled to even walk a few miles before his hunger hurt too much to go on. He caught small animals and he learned how to outsmart prey such as rabbits or chipmunks. He grew very fit as he traveled and could easily run a few miles beofre any sign of tiring appeared.
Humans were his worst fear and as he got farther away from his father's terrirtory he saw many more humans, thus learning to stay in the shadows and hunt at night. Rival packs prowling to territory would threaten him and so he ran for many days at a time to keep away from them. Coming upon his first year he ran into a trap and knawed at the metal jaws until it rusted and gave way.
That had tremendously slowed him down so he was in hiding untill his paw healed. Winter brought a hard time with rare meals. It was then that he lost a large amount of weight. He was weak often and almost couldn't go on. Spring brought a surplus of food and he ran easily and hunted often.
Shaman never knew what he was looking for until he came upon this place where they might accept him. After going through a year on his own without much knowledge of the outside world he feels that he knows enought to finally stop running from his past. He had to "grow up" in that year or he would have not survived. Now is his time to truly be a wolf as a wolf should be.

this is very good.

An excellent sheet! Welcome to SoTW! :D

And we got our first elder wolf. heh, probably the first tutor in SotW if he joins a pack.