☆Name☆
Misu
☆Age☆
25 moons (2 years & 1 month)
☆Gender☆
Male
☆Pack/Home☆
No pack, warmer climate

☆Rank☆
Loner
☆Mate/Past Mates☆

None
☆Crush☆
None
☆Offspring☆

None
☆Species☆

Canis lupus
☆Breed☆
Unknown

☆Appearance☆

☆Good Traits☆
Misu comes off to be silent and distant, but after getting to know him he'll be as close as he can. He's protective and knows what he wants but is still respectful.
☆Bad Traits☆
Like any wolf really, he'll do what it takes to protect the ones he cares about. He has a bad habit of disappearing for a couple days before returning to his home, he likes to roam.
☆Fears☆
He fears being tied down and not being able to follow his heart and dreams
☆Skills☆
Misu is a skilled swimmer and an amazing tracker

☆Backstory☆
Misu had always been a loner and that's how he likes it. He was wandering around one day in search of a meal when he heard screams like none he had heard before. He ran towards the source to find a young Native American boy in the river and seemingly couldn't swim. The wolf then leapt into the water and swam towards the boy, who in turn was terrified of the animal swimming towards him. But Misu nudged the boy towards the shore while the human doing to his fur to stay above water. When the made it to shore, older humans came and quickly snagged the boy away but instead of shooting the wolf they thanked him and gave him a name. After that, he enjoys spending time with the tribe.

☆Other☆
His name means 'rippling water' and the tribe believes he is an ancestral spirit who came to save the boy's life

Scenarios
One
It was the middle of the dry season/summer, this year wasn't going too well in means of rain. The grass had started to turn brown and streams were drying up quickly. Animals flocked towards the rivers and lakes for drinks and the vegetation nearby. Although many had silently agreed not to attack one another near the rivers, some took their advantage to take over or to prey upon the weak.
You made your way towards the rushing river, alert for any trouble that may be heading your way. As you were about to take a drink, a dry twig snapped behind you. Doing what anyone would at the moment, you whipped around to face the possible threat. A young male wolf had stepped out from the near by vegetation, his gaze wandered over you slowly before he moved closer.

Two
Rumours were spreading throughout the pack of a rogue or a loner wandering around near the borders. This setting some wolves in edge as they feared an attack from a group of rogues.
You had gotten up early one morning to join a border patrol, once out of camp and patrolling you caught an unknown scent. Quickly telling the patrol leader you'd be back, you found the scent again and followed it across the border. The trail lead you to a small clearing with tall pine trees surrounding it as well as berry bushes at some of their bases. At the near center of the clearing amongst the tall grass and flowers, laid a darker male who was basking in the sunlight and enjoying he scents of the flowers around him.

Three
Pack life had never suited you, all the ordering around and whatnot. All that soon stopped when a wolf has been killed and you were quickly blamed to it, no matter how hard you tried more and more believed. With really no other choice, you ran off before they could exile or punish you. After hours of running, you reached the treeline to the forest just as the scent of cooking meat met your nose. The plains in front of you were scattered with bison skin stretched over that if wooden poles that supported triangular prisam homes. There were sounds you had never heard, things you had never seen. Like that of a male wolf running to and from a small hairless creature as if he were playing with it.

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REMINDER
There is no smutt/lemons/mating within this book. Display of affection are acceptable.