☆Name☆
Duke
☆Age☆
40 moons (3 years and 4 months)
☆Gender☆
Male
☆Pack/Home☆
Thistle Pack
☆Rank☆
Duke is a guard
☆Mate/Past Mates☆
He doesn't have a mate and hasn't ever had a mate
☆Crush☆
He doesn't have a crush
☆Offspring☆
He doesn't have any pups
☆Species☆
Canis lupus familiaris
☆Breed☆
Burmese Mountain Dog
☆Appearance☆
He has dark coffee colored eyes

☆Good Traits☆
Duke is extremely loyal to the pack, he'd never consider hitting them in even the smallest way. Being a guard, he's very courageous and protective. He'll almost always be the first one at the scene of trouble
☆Bad Traits☆
Although he's a guard, he's oddly silent and hardly talks to anyone at all. He's more of a loner and prefers to be alone with his thoughts
☆Fears☆
He fears something happening to the pack, mainly him messing something up
☆Skills☆
Duke is very skillful in the art of tracking and tackling
☆Backstory☆
Duke was born within the ranks of Thistle Pack, quickly finding his place amongst the pack at a young age. He has always been protective of his two younger sisters and would do anything for them. Nothing drastic has happened to him, his parents are both alive as are his two littermates. He had fallen for a she-dog at one point in his younger years, but quickly tried to forget it as she betrayed the pack.
☆Other☆
He loves watching pack life from the edges of camp, never actually being part of pack life except with his littermates and their pups

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Scenarios
1
You were returning to camp from a hunt, a rabbit between your jaws. As usual, Duke was seated near the camp's main entrance. His gaze locked onto you as you stepped into sight, once seeing who it was though his gaze flicked away. He dipped his head slightly as you approached closer before he stood from his spot and turned to begin his walk around the camp.

2
It was late in the night, the shared den thankfully warm compared to the outside cold that had taken over. The snow had stopped earlier that evening, the moon now making the fallen snow sparkle in its light. Outside the den, the snow crunches beneath someone's paws. After a few heartbeats, Duke's familiar shape engulfed the den entrance as he stepped inside and laid down in his spot near the entrance he had just walked in through. He kept his head up as he continued to watch the camp even though he was no longer on guard duty. His head began to nod as he fought of the urge to sleep, soft growls leaving his throat at the internal battle.

3
Make your own scenario

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Reminder
There is no mating/smutt in this book. Cuddling, nuzzling, and any other forms of affection is acceptable.