❛❛The sleeping fox catches no poultry. ❜❜ -Benjamin Franklin Name: Tokala (Means "Fox") Nickname/s: N/A Age: 1 year/5 months/3 weeks Gender: Female Height: 32'' Weight: 96 pounds Build: Built for running. Strong front legs, long stride (tall ??), versatile limbs, slightly long tail for balance. Rank: Gamma? (TBD) Accessories: N/A Family: (NPC) Dalia (sister), Areo (Father), Kalia (Mother) Mate: N/A Crush: N/A Friend/Buddy: N/A Voice: Feminine, gentle, low Scent: Fox fur, blueberries, pine, sparrows Personality: Tokala is gentle. As her work as a gamma requires much patience. She can spend hours explaining something to a young pup if they don't understand it without lashing out. She also treats almost everyone as equals. This is often helpful in being a gamma. Tokala is very stubborn. She is not afraid to stand up for what she believes in. Normally, only bl00d is shed if this opposer is her enemy. She also will do anything to follow what she thinks might be helpful. This often may lead to heartbreaks however. Tokala is smart. She calculates every move and has quite a bit of knowledge in dealing with fights. This makes her an excellent fighter and peacemaker. This contributes to her role as gamma. She can settle any fights between pups and new wolves. Tokala is caring. She will lay down her life to defend her pack or an innocent being. If not that, she will fight for them. She believes that the only thing she lives for now is her pack. No one has convinced her otherwise so far. Tokala is a little nostalgic. She normally spends her free time remembering Dalia. She can be often seen nibbling on purple flowers as they were one of her sister's favorite thing. She also will talk about her past to people who she trusts. It remains unknown outside her pack however. (Must have at least 5 traits, and 5 sentences per trait.) Pre-Group History: (This is first person) It was my first hunt, the one which would determine if I was worth keeping in my pack. I watched the elk graze. Every step they took. There was no sign of weakness. I growled in frustration. My sister, Dalia, next to me nuzzled my chin. She was deaf, so she couldn't hear the pack talking behind her back, but in my eyes, she was the sweetest wolf that ever existed. It was because of her I had any good nature. I smiled and concentrated again. A yearling. The only one in the herd. It had yet to grow out its antlers. I gestured my party to focus on it. We chased the herd, and just as I was about to latch on, a yelp interrupted my ears. Dalia! She had taken an attack from the herd's lead bull. I dropped the chase and ran to defend her. After the bull decided that his job was done, it left. I crouched beside her, nudging her gently. /Please don't die.../ She looked at me one with clouded eyes, then flopped back down. She stopped breathing. My pack was turned, watched in dismay at the escaping prey. They turned, growling at me. I wasn't welcome. I gave my sister a last nuzzle and ran for my life. I was alone in the cold, harsh world. Group History: (History in AWR Group) Bone Tracker: None
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