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Name::
Rheta:

Age::
Eight Seasons (two years)

Gender::
Femme

Personality::
A very charming pup. The whole pack as taken a strong liking to her and her strong determination. Is rather shy at times but is one of the better battalions (Fighter Wolves) of the Swift River wolves.

Pack/Rank::
The Swift River // Top Amateur Fighter

Crush::
N/a

Mate::
N/A

Pups::
No

Extra::
Read the plot will ya

Picture::



Example Post:: [[ Okay.. I'm finished now... ]]

The she-wolf pulled her ears back slowly as she cautioned into the new territory. Her nose quivered softly as she watched her steps. Being careful to not make a sound. She looked up suddenly, her auburn/golden hues caught a white snow hare leaping away to the left. She frowned slowly then lowered her finely refined head, in length with her fore wrists. She blinked slowly as then thin veiled line of fog dampened her view. Her coat silver guard hairs shimmered brightly against her mostly black coat. Her nose pushed against a damp new oak stem. She looked at its skinny bark then rubbed her shoulders against it and slide underneath it, before curling her spine, quietly flexing her back paws.

IN the air hung a wet and damp moist smell. It made her black coat heavy on her shoulders and backbone. She ignored the feeling and sniffed around the base of an aged timber tree. She looked around as the forest cascaded on her shoulders, hiding her with in the shadows. "hmm" she interrogated herself then shook her mighty shoulders, sending sparkling droplets of drinkled water everywhere. She felt her fur fizz then soften on her agile built frame. The sun barely peeked through the dense foliage, gently lighting her pathway. She smiled slowly then raised her tail slowly to an acute angle and continued to stalk her way deeper into the woods. The slowly increasing amount of delicate snowflakes continued to outline the bits of her fur in white, contrasting her naturally dark chestnut colored pelt.

Another sound forced her audits (ears) to pick up against her skull, her brow creased as she looked around. Giving strong chuffs, vocalizing to the now apparent wolf nearby that she meant no harm. Streamlined and poised she angled over the jagged rock to look at a tiny whelp on the floor, it's round brown eyes gleaming in tears as it looked at her, trying to sit up but once again failing on it's white chest. A sharp emotion ran along the very insides of Rheta's being before lowering her sharply colored brown nose to the pups head. Her nose wrinkled as his scent ran up her nasal cavities and registered in her brain for some time as her tail slowly began to wag. Looking up she scanned the nearby area, ears pulling back against her skull.

She dipped her chin and opened her slender boned muzzle, rounding the pup by his white scruff between her gleaming set. She moved back, the fragile pup swaying in her jaws, his tiny paws tucked against his chest as his small, too small of a stub to be called a tail curled between his tucked back legs. She found a food grip, his warm skin against her gums and inner lip lining as she retraced her steps this time. Her paws thudding against the cold earth beneath her, making short work of the area she had just entered. The leaves swaying against her coat faster before she broke into a fast lope, her mind racing as she held the pup, aiming to go and find a summer den the now vastly gone pack had once used for the birthing of the pups from four seasons ago.

The pup gave various whines and grunts before Rheta set him down. Leaning over him her forepaws digging into the short brick of ice before dunking out the small den. She smiled to the pup and lightly nudged him inside, his small pads receding against the bed of dead leaves. Her ears pulled back as she crawled in with the pup and nosed against his chest before curling around him as the storm finally set it's rasp around the setting. her tail covered her nose as she felt the tiny pup rest it's small head on her foreleg, his tightly curled body under her furry warm neck. Sharp hues watched the storm beginning as she took slow breaths, wondering where this pup had came from and what it was doing out there.. in the middle of unclaimed territory.

Adding another female characters ...

Name::
Kurii

Age::
10 seasons (2 years and 6 months )

Gender::
Femme

Personality::
To many she can come across as Rude, and sarcastic. By nature she is over protective but strange sometimes, being a complete oddball to cause most of the pack members cock a head at her. She and Rheta are the bestest of friends and they hold a very strong almost sisterly bond.

Pack/Rank::
The Swift River // One of the hunters

Crush::
Will never tell

Mate::
N/A

Pups::
N/A

Extra::
N/A

Picture::

Bio-

Name: Axel

Age: 2 1/2

Gender: Male

Personality: Distant and reluctant to trust others, Axel trusts his words to only his closest friends and family. Due to his harsh past, he was forced to flee his original home in the southern depths of the continent and move northward, managing to adapt to the harder wilderness life of the frigid northlands and earn his way into the pack. A skilled fighter and scavenger, he holds a lifetime of knowledge in the art of survival and combat. Also capable of dealing great words of wisdom to heal tense situations, he could not be any more satisfied with his new life and family. He is ready to die in the name of his beliefs and those of his clan.

Pack/Rank: Swift River/Fighter

Crush: Rheta

Mate: N/A

Pups: N/A

Extra: Yes he is a red wolf

Picture:

Seeings as this is kind of a rewrite, I'm going to use the charries I had in IDanceOnThorns' version of this. Hope that's ok angel

Name: Lati

Age: Just over 2 years

Gender: Male

Personality: Very shy and hates to fight. He has never liked conflict and is very peaceful at heart. However because of his father’s pressure and Lati’s strong build he was more or less forced to become a fighter. He has always had strong feelings towards Rheta and protecting her is the only time he would ever want to hurt someone. He likes to sit by himself and think, enjoying his own company. He doesn't usually talk very much because he has a slight stutter with confident people, and he get's emabarrassed by that.

Pack: Swift River

Rank: Fighter

Crush: Rheta

Mate: None yet

Pups: None

Extra: Nothing I suppose

Picture: http://gallery.photo.net/photo/1203206-lg.jpg


Name: Talon

Age: 4 years

Gender: Female

Personality: She is usually very calm and gentle, but if she becomes irritated by members of her own pack or other packs then she can become very angry very fast. Over the years she had grown very attached to Rheta, considering her own daughter. She will not let her go easily. She is confident and a good and fair leader, or at least she trys to be. Taking Rheta from her mother still haunts her, and one of her biggest fears is that Ella will come back to take Rheta away.

Pack: Swift River

Rank: Alpha female

Crush: The alpha male

Mate: The alpha male

Pups: None, but Rheta is adopted

Extra: She was found abandoned in the woods by the Swift River pack, unconscious, and was taken in. She was raised by them, fell in love with the alpha at the time’s son and so became alpha female when the ones before her died.

Picture: http://jon-atkinson.com/Large%20Images/ ... _Wolf2.jpg

Name: Romak
Age: 2
Gender: Male
Personality: Will reveal in rp
Pack/Rank: Half-Moons, Fighter
Crush: Unknown
Mate: None
Pups: None
Extra: None
Picture: Just a simple yellow wolf with dark red paws