Arius
Male | 3 years | Hunter
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Stretching as he awoke, Arius let out a wordless growl. Shaking out his coat, he blinked the sleep out of his eyes and gave a silent tongue curling yawn. The brute padded lazily out of the den and into the more open part of the cave. Giving his shoulders a roll, the canine sighed as he looked around. Only a few seemed to be up and awake, but that didn't bother him as he wasn't the most social wolf around. Glancing at the prey-pile and huffed, glancing over at the packs alpha, before searching for Arctos; the pack's theta.
Zena
Female | 2 1/2 years | Scout
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Sightless violet eyes flickered open, darkness greeting her once more. It was something she lived with, she'd never been able to see what the world truly looked like. Never seen her mother, or her father, or any other relations. Dreams were in a strange grey-scale, as while color escaped her figuring out the shape of things, was easy for her. Though she had no idea about what color was darker than another, she had a general idea about how each wolf in the pack looked. So when she blindly stumbled onto others and had her senses lowered as far as she could, the she-wolf could rather easily figure out who it was by build and the texture of their fur. Zena always awoke rather quickly, and this morning was no different. Padding out of the den, the silvery fae paused by the prey-pile, then elevated her hearing and quickly backed several steps away from the pile. She'd assumed that the alpha and theta had been awake for a while and eaten already. It seemed that at the very least that Arctos was either not yet fully awake, or not close enough for her to hear him.
Heva
Female | 3 years | Theta
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Heva rumbled happily as she awoke, lifting her head and getting to her paws to stretch. She glanced around the ragtag group and half-heartedly sighed. Shaking out her coat, the white female mentally went over the list of things she needed to do that day. One of which included checking the others for any injures. Heva found that few told her about any wounds that gained, and for the most part, she figured she only healed the worst of their wounds. Those that were infected, or wounds that could be deadly if they became deadly, or just purely deadly. Shaking her head, the fae turned her heal intent on getting something to eat before some fat-headed wolf took more than their share.
Sarus
Male | 5 years | Follower
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While Sarus could be called lazy from time to time, he was also an early bird with good time management skills. So, having awakened before the others, the brute had left and had just been returning when the bulk of the others were starting to mill about. In his jaws, two hares, and a pheasant swung. He glanced around the group and swung the two hares towards the middle to let them decide who would get them, while he ate the pheasant. While it was rather cold this morning, he'd decided that he wasn't going to let it bother him. After finding a place to lay down and eat, the male began to de-feather the pheasant, mouth-watering at the prospect of a fresh meal that he didn't have to fight anyone for.