NAME greer
AGE five
SEX female

EYES very pale yellow
HEIGHT thirty three inches
WEIGHT ninety two pounds

COAT long and soft. her body is a dusty brown and gray mix. her face and limbs, however, transition to full black. the tip of her tail is also black.
BUILD greer is a sturdy creature atop spindly legs. she is made for traveling long distances over a quick period of time. she does not tire easily and her long limbs lend her speed. she has an expressive face, yet it is usually set in a bland, uninterested stare.

PERSONALITY greer isn’t social. encounters make her want to skulk away and kindness makes her uncomfortable. she is not trusting and would sooner run than fight. others mainly find her grumpy and hostile or dispassionate and unfriendly. if she must speak, greer will enjoy watching other wolves squirm in her presence.
HISTORY born to a loner female, greer was forced to learn independence from a young age. she had two brothers and constantly grappled with them for dominance. she despised the way they tried to bully her. at almost a year old greer and her brothers witnessed their mother brought down by poachers. devastated and now at the mercy of her siblings, greer quickly parted with her brothers and attempted to make it on her own. the difficult experience made her rangy and hard, traits that she prizes in herself.
IMPRINTABILITY yes

SAMPLE

It was hunger that woke her.

It was hunger that had woken her every morning for the past week. The land was bursting with the new life of spring and yet recently a mole had been her largest catch. Such incompetence was unusual and Greer could only suppose she was distracted, though by what she couldn’t really place.

Yawning hugely the wolf pulled herself from the warm hollow where she had sheltered and stepped out into the early mist. A heavy blanket was still settled over the grass for as far as she could see. The morning light was dim and blue, unusually cold for this time of year. Greer shivered slightly and bared her teeth at the power the chill possessed over her body. She broke into a trot to warm herself, pale eyes scanning low for any small creature she might be able to make her breakfast.

Her strides were long and light, ready to bolt if danger lifted its ugly head. Greer’s nose twitched anxiously, the distraction that had haunted her tickling her nasal passage. It had been so long...The days seemed to stretch into an endless arc of solitude. She preferred it, of course, but there were times when even her own fascinating mind became cumbersome with her thoughts.

Greer paused at the top of a knoll and stood at the edge of a stand of oak trees. The writhing, tangling branches offered sparse cover under their new leaves but she felt safer nonetheless. Her nose continued to twitch and the answer to her silent asking finally occurred to her.

Wolves. The scent pressing at her temple and invading her mind was other wolves. The dark fur along Greer’s spine rose warily. Because it wasn’t just a pack. It was hundreds of her kind.

OOC steel
RULES READ yes
WORD MINIMUM two hundred
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g r e e r
female , five , loner , no imprint