My wolf:

Name: Daern
Coloring: Black with a white-silver underside
Eyes: Dark blue
Gender: Male
Age: 6 Cycles
Rank: Alpha of Fidelire pack
Mate: None
Pups: None
Dam: Leiae, Deceased
Sire: Menork, Deceased
Siblings: 2 Brothers, one deceased named Kairanth, other missing, name Osvar.
Deity: Fiaar

Personality: He is a normally solemn wolf, but can be playful. He has a wry sense of humor, and enjoys the company of other wolves. He has seen much death, but still can be kind. Because his only family was his mother, he sometimes forgets his place, but soon corrects it. Pain is a familiar feeling to him, but because of his mothers sacrifices he understands love, too. He is respectful, but is also sometimes hasty. Most of the time he thinks things through before saying them. He is a quiet wolf most of the time. He is solemn, but also open. He is loyal to those he loves and respects, and is dangerous in a battle.

Physical description: A very large, intimidating wolf. His fur is almost jet black, with a graying muzzle, while his stomach is pure white. Permanent red on his chest is a memento of his past pain. His eyes are a light, kind blue, but they show sadness and pain in their understanding. His teeth are a glowing white-yellow. He keeps himself in perfect shape, though a bit thin.

History: When Daern was only a pup, his pack was attacked by hunters. Only him, his brothers and his mother survived, because they were hidden in the den. His mother cared for them, but Kairanth was not strong enough, and died. Osvar ran away after his death and is still missing. His mother cared for him until he was old enough to hunt, and then her life ran out. He is now alone. His fathers body he never found, because a lone fox took it and ate it. In a fit of wrath, he killed the fox. For years he harbored the hope that Kith, his friend from his old pack had survived. He found her; as a hunter's hearth ornament. He has seen too much death, and blood splatters even his puppyhood. Before coming to the Cadre, he was attacked by a two legger with a team of dogs. To his eternal shame, he killed them. All of them. He will always be haunted by these memories, and the voices of the dead. He was part of many packs, but always driven away, maybe because of his past, maybe because of his mistakes. He will never know, but the Forgotten Cadre feels like home to him. In the incident involving Fabron, he stood up for his home. He was injured, though not by Fabron, but by Heylon, who repented on her deathbed. He has learned to trust, and to enjoy life again, as he could not before. Because of this, he is a happier, more fulfilled wolf.