Name: Migwa
Age: 5.5, almost 6, born in early spring
Gender: Female
Coat Colors: Black, dark brown, and flecks of cream
Eye Color: Bright gold
Height, Weight and Build: 32", 134lbs, stocky, though capable of quick movements
Personality:
Clever Most evident in her ability to adapt and overcome, Migwa has her years alone to thank for her quick thinking. She's smart, no doubt, but definitely uses it condescendingly. Her idea of experience rather than assumption leads to her doubt others, mostly from their lack on knowledge on whatever is at hand.
Irritable Migwa is never one to mask her emotions. If you are bothering her, she will tell you. Probably not in the nicest of forms, but you will definitely be aware. She tends to have a short fuse, and takes most matters seriously.
Pessimistic With every action, Migwa by nature assumes the worst. Her reasoning is that if you think the bad will outweigh the good, you won't be disappointed regardless of the end result.
Tenacious Once she has an idea or reason fixed, it's near impossible to have her back down. Migwa will diligently stick her to her word or actions, because she does what she thinks is best. Not that she immediately jumps to conclusions, but rather takes the time to think things through.
Biography: Having left her birth pack to start her own, a young Migwa was unsure of what the world before her held. She was once an adventurous wolf, optimistic, and ready to face whatever she was dealt. That is, until the first pack she came across picked her up. They were dysfunctional. practically leaderless, and that winter was rough on them. As a whole, they were too kind, accepting far too many wolves then they could hunt for. Filled with old and young alike, they couldn't very well up and move to better hunting grounds.
A large number perished that winter, leaving a sour taste in her mouth. While compassion was indeed an honorable trait, it was not always something you should show. And this, Migwa turned tail and left that pack, taking on the wilds alone, where she would only have herself to depend on. Which she did, for a few years. Only recently did she come across Tiguaq, reluctantly letting him come along with her in a never ending voyage.
Abilities:
Hunting – Good
Fighting – Great
Tracking – Exceptional
Healing – Poor
Nurturance – Fair
Medicine – Fair
Diplomacy – Poor
Family Members: Migwa has never had a litter of her own, but prefers her rouge lifestyle as to that of a pack. Tiguaq is more than enough company.
Extra: An incredibly light sleeper, Migwa is usually last to rest and first to rise.
Name: Tiguaq
Age: 10 months
Gender: Male
Coat Colors: Sable tri-color agouti
Eye Color: One amber, one brown
Height, Weight and Build: 28", 100lbs, lean, though he is growing
Personality:
Curious Being out and exposed to the world, along with having a teacher such as Migwa, has given Tiguaq a strong desire to learn more about, well everything. Why birds sing, why the sun and the moon always chase one another, why this, why that. But with the pups curiosity comes a hidden sense of boldness. He isn't afraid to ask the questions, or approach something new.
Inventive While he may not be the best at hunting or fighting, Tiguaq is definitely an out of the box thinker. He's smart, but in a different way than what is normally accepted. He's come to understand simple trapping methods, be it with rocks or sapling branches, whatever the terrain gives him.
Optimistic Never truly taking anything to heart, Tiguaq always is hopeful for the future. He see's the cup as half full, and goes into every situation with that mindset. A stark comparison to his traveling companion, this often causes mild arguments, in which the older always wins. But this doesn't dampen his spirits any.
Outgoing Be it his youth or honest nature, Tiguaq has never met a stranger. To him, everyone has the potential to be his friend, and there is no point in giving anyone the could shoulder from the start. And while he may be cautious of new wolves or environments, it never lasts more than a few sniffs.
Biography: Tiguaq was one of four pups, born to a pair of wolves that were not ready for them. They had no pack, and no real knowledge of how to raise one. Having both been outcasts. they did what they could for their little family. But six mouths to feed put a lot of stress on his father, and pushed him to do more dangerous feats than one would normally consider. It wasn't long before one evening, he didn't come back. One day turned into several, and the whimpers of growling stomachs made his mother leave them to hunt for all of them.
For hours, they would be left alone, and as they grew, they would venture from the safety of then den to the mysterious outside. Tiguaq, perhaps being the more adventurous of his litter, constantly pushed the limit on what was too far from home. Eventually, it caught up with him. During one of his excursions, a heavy rain left him alone and confused. Nothing smelled familiar, and reality soon sunk in that he was lost. Being a pup of eight months didn't have him completely helpless, but in no way was he prepared to live alone. For a week, he trekked up and down a neighboring ridge line, calling for his family. As his hope began to wain, an unlikely hero crossed paths with the pup. An older female wolf, who appeared anything but pleased to find him. Regardless of her resentment, however, the pup followed her wherever she went.
Abilities:
Hunting - Poor
Fighting - Poor
Tracking - Good
Healing - Good
Nurturance - Good
Medicine - Good
Diplomacy - Fair
Family Members: Both he and Migwa are unsure of his family's whereabouts. They both searched areas he though familiar, but to no avail. Either they moved in search of him, or Tiguaq was more lost than he thought.
Extra: He has a very bushy tail, and even with his adult coat growing in, it's still keeping it's bulk. He tends to fan it over his face when he curls up to bed.
