Name: Lupine 

Gender: Female 

Age: Four summers 

Height: 3'9 at the shoulder  

Weight: 156 pounds 

Rank: Beta  

Mate: None 

Family: None  

Appearance  

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A storm brews in her eyes 

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Lupine, typical of a wolf from the North, is stocky and powerful of build. Her fur is thick, made to survive the thick snows and the freezing cold. The fae's fur is thick, and warm, and the color of snow. The most unsettling feature about Lupine, would be her blood-red eyes, lacking anything other than the color red. No pupil or iris to clear their bloody hue. She is marked on her fur with a dried-blood color, dotting her face, and her shoulders. The large she-wolf has several osprey feathers in her left ear, and a rope collar around her neck, dangling down near her paws.  

The she-wolf has an air of stifling silence. She walks with her head high, an air of respect about her. However, she is very respectful, and seems to be silent, unless she needs to say something. The female has a love for younger wolves, having a specialty with pups. Her voice is soothing, and she has a good head on her shoulders. Although her aggressive side rarely comes out, it's a startling difference from the normally calm female. Although normally, she speaks softly, her voice travels well, and she is wise well beyond her four summers.  

Born from a small litter of pups, Lupine was considered a dangerous creature. Unlike her other brother, and sister, she gained the strange eyes, what her father called 'blood eyes.' Her mother took her pup away, carrying the small pup off into the middle of a dreadful snowstorm. She left her in a small den from an abandoned badger, and left the pup to die. Instead, an old female, barren and unable to have her own pups, found the small welp, and did her best to keep her alive. Lupine survived, growing into a fine and powerful young female. She traveled with the other female, by the name of Drappa, until Lupine found it was well past her time to leave. For a while, she roamed the northern highlands, alone, until she traveled down south, leaving the winter-lands behind, in search of something else. Although not used to pack life, she has adjusted well to it.