☆Name☆
Hail
☆Age☆
25 moons (2 years and 1 month)
☆Gender☆
Male
☆Pack/Home☆
Loner; Small river territory
☆Rank☆
He doesn't have a rank
☆Mate/Past Mates☆
He doesn't have a mate but has had a past mate named Petal
☆Crush☆
He has no crush
☆Offspring☆
He has no kits
☆Species☆
Vulpes vulpes
☆Breed☆
Unknown
☆Appearance☆

☆Good Traits☆
Hail is a loyal fox, he'd never leave someone alone. Like most males, he's dominant especially in his own territory, which also means he'll be protective with the ones he loves.
☆Bad Traits☆
But his protectiveness can borderline or become possessive. He's easily jealous when other males come around and he can be a bit agressive of they push it.
☆Fears☆
He fears loving again and that being disappearing as well
☆Skills☆
Hail has perfected the art of fishing, using the river as an advantage
☆Backstory☆
Hail and Petal grew up in bordering territories, their mothers having been friends lived beside one another. This allowed the two kits to grow together, which also allowed their love for one another to grow as well. Once they were old enough, Petal and him set out to find their own territory. After days of travel, they finally found it. A small river territory with a den that was already made and had been vacated for moons. They talked endlessly about the future, both giddy at having their own home. But after a few moons, disaster struck. Petal has been out hunting and hadn't returned, so at nearly dusk, Hail went searching. He found her, but it was too late. She had been caught in a trap. This brought him down into a grief stricken time, he'd snap at anything and anyone.
☆Other☆
In a way, Petal was his Juliet to his Romeo

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Scenarios
1
A

fter traveling far in hopes of finding a territory to call your own, you lower your head to get a quick drink from the river that you had been following for awhile. As you did, a soft squeak of a mouse caught your attention and after pinpointing where exactly it was coming from you began to stalk towards it. Excitement filled your body as you free closer, preparing to pounce as the squeaking became constant. But right before you could pounce, a stream of white and grey streaked in the corner of your vision before you were tackled to the ground. White paws held you down while a snarl escaped the stranger's drawn back lips. "What do you think you're doing here."

2
You had been close friends with Petal since she and her mate had arrived at the river and at her death you felt you should do something to help her grieving mate. But unsure, you left him alone for a moon before finally getting the nerve to speak with him after Petal's death.

3
Make your own scenario

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Reminder
There is no mating/smutt within this book. Cuddling, nuzzling, and other forms of affection are alright.