Pendragon - Wolfclan beta

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Name: Pendragon "Pen"

Gender: Female

Clan: Wolfclan

Rank: Beta

Looks:

Personality: Pendragon appears to be the kind of wolf who won't let anything stand in her way. She's strong, strategic, and unafraid of voicing her opinions on something. She doesn't let anything get her down and hates being beaten in fights or arguments. A very headstrong young wolf, she seems very energetic and adventurous. Pen is very kind to those she trusts. Once she knows that she can trust someone, she'll stay faithful by their side. She will always try her hardest to become the best she can be, and has a habit of pushing herself too much without realising it.

Birth: Born in captivity.

History: Pendragon was born in captivity, as part of a human project to reintroduce wolves. She escaped before the release date when she was a young puppy, and was raised by an old loner wolf who found her dying in the snow-covered winter fields.
RP Sample:

Pendragon raised her hackles and snarled. The wolf before her was really getting on her nerves. Arching her back slightly and holding her tail high, she glared meanly at the grey-black wolf with her oddly-coloured eyes. She flexed her claws, her ears forward-facing and her lips drawn back from her long fangs. Her golden-buff fur shone like silk in the soft autumn light and chestnut-coloured leaves fluttered down to pave the space between the two canines.

The wolf opposite Pendragon, a dark-coloured 5yr old male, crouched in the same position as the bitch but with his tail arching in a curve as if he were deciding whether to be challenging or submissive. His ears were laid against his head and his lips were not fully pulled back, giving him an uncertain look which clearly gave the younger female the upper hand...er, paw.

A single leaf fell softly down to earth, and it touched the ground with the slightest noise. As soon as the crisp dead leaf landed it seemed to act as a starting pistol. Pendragon charged, darting straight towards the sturdy male Grey Wolf in such a straight line that she was like a bullet streaking through the barrel of its gun. Her claws raked the startled dog's body and he yelped in fear and surprise, and she sunk her fangs deep into his thick fur. Tearing at his now-bleeding limbs, Pendragon latched on with her jaws and let herself be flung round as the male tried desperately to get her off him. Finally she released him, and snarled viciously one last time. The terrified lupine spun round and scampered away to the safety of the forest with his tail tucked right the way between his hind legs.

Spitting out a mouthful of fur she had torn off him in her fight, Pendragon shook herself and turned her back on the scene, walking steadily towards the distant-towering mountains...

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