Name: Scout

Gender: Male

Age: Adult (second oldest in his litter)

Parents: Dallas and Shelby (c) lunawings383

Siblings: 1st litter: Vivian (c) Timberwolf61; Housten (c) .Art.; Lupo (c) Aleu21; Aili (c) MishaN; Nalli (c) SummerBreeze

2nd litter: Raider (c) Timberwolf61; Ty (c) lunawings383

3rd litter: Paige (c) Silverkia

Personality: A bit stubborn, and wants to do things his way, and his way only. Most of the time he can be quite determined on what he wants to do, and will beg to get what he wants. He likes to be sarcastic on a daily basis, and doesn't really care of others take it the wrong way. When he wants to, he is harsh, trying to keep someone under displine. He can be ferocious at times, but will eventully calm down when comforted.

History: Scout was raised in Nome, away from the forest. He was in the town, and he always was curious about what it would be like to live in the forest when he figured out about his wolf heritage. When old enough, he had promised himself he would go to the wild. When that day had come, he hesitated to furifll his dream and go to the woods. Though, he ended up doing so and leaving his home and loved ones, going to the place he always wanted to go. He had ventured threw the woods for days, but finally made it to a nice place.

It was a medium sized clearing in the woods, and it was probably the best place he would be able to find for the night to rest. Tomorrow he would make it to the heart of the woods, where he would stay. During the night, he had heard a rustle in a bush near the clearing. His curiosity got the better of him, having him get up and start to look. Though, strangely, he didn’t find a single living thing, except a small grasshopper. Scout knew that would be impossible for a grasshopper to make that entire racket, but ignored it. He than settled back down in the clearing to continue his nightly rest.

Scout woke up the next morning, his mind totally un aware of last night’s small events. He continued to travel, and eventually made it to the place he wanted with only one scar across the bottom of his right front leg, whom he got from stepping on a bears territory, and the bear attacked him for its punishment..

That night, he heard it again. The rustling. It was in pure day light. It sounded the same as the night before. The small creature must of followed him here! His curiosity once again got the better of him, as he soon found his muzzle in the grass. There, looking up at him, was a small puppy with big, scared eyes...

Headshot (c) Larkspur

Lineart (c) CatWhoHas14Tails