Annora- Female- 3 years- British Columbian
Appearance: Annora is a very lithe and slender female in build. Instead of having the brawny, bulky build that others possess, she is nimble and swift. She is light on her paws and her long legs carry her great distances. Her coat is a deep onyx color, peppered lightly with white on her right shoulder. This female’s ears are rounded on her head, and her muzzle is narrow, concealing ivory white canine teeth. Perhaps one of the most stunning things about Annora is her eyes. There are those that say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Perhaps this is true in this case. Annora’s eyes are bright and expressive, clearly showing her every emotion. They are a lovely, soft golden shade in coloration. Her gaze is piercing yet soft at the same time.
Personality: This female is the observant, patient kind of wolf. She does not jump headlong into things before examining every angle first. Those eyes of hers are always watching, absorbing every last detail. Annora is very astute and detail oriented. She does not always speak her mind initially, but when she does, there are thoughtful words to be said. Honor, accountability, and valor are things that she places in high esteem. Those that veer from these core values are to be avoided as much as possible. Annora can be judgmental of others unintentionally, and she projects a sense of premature prejudice. It can be somewhat unnerving. If a wolf is diligent enough though, one can change her mind. After this happens, there is a lighter side to Annora, and she becomes more playful and relaxed. She then projects a peaceful demeanor. This female does have heart for others wolves around her.
History: Annora may perhaps be considered a fortunate wolf when it comes to her history. She has not experienced overwhelming hardships or tragedy in her life currently. Though events in her life shaped her, they did not overtake her. She is not a victim of her past, and does not want to be. Annora simply let her heart guide her in the right direction.
This female was born into a relatively normal pack of five wolves. This pack consisted of her parents, the alpha pair, and one other male. Annora was the last born in her litter, two older brothers preceding her. The pack was a tight knit group, always looking out for one another. Being that the pack was smaller, there was enough food to go around, and shelter was not that hard to find.
Annora and her brothers were constantly playing together, and the adults made provisions for survival. Really she could not complain. Sure winters were slightly harder to deal with, but that is to be expected. Everyone banded together to make things work.
One day, Annora watched as her elder siblings went their own ways. They started their own families and packs. Annora was left to her own devices, and grew to be shier than usual. The female decided that staying in this little community would offer her little experience nor opportunities. She desired to see more of the world beyond the pack’s territory.
With little more than the fur on her back, Annora left home. She ventured into the world beyond her homeland. It did take some adjusting, and it was a learning experience, but obviously she pulled through. She quickly acclimated to things. To this very day, this female is exploring and fulfilling her heart’s desires. And no one is going to stop her now.
Habits: Annora silently observes others before approaching.
Strengths: Annora is quick on her paws and bright in intelligence. She is very attentive, patient, and curious about everything around her. This female has a heart for others once they get to know her well. Annora tries to be upstanding and good natured most of the time. She is not perfect, but strives to be the best that she can be on a regular basis.
Weakness: One of Annora’s greatest weaknesses is her judgmental nature. She does not always give others a chance, and it is harder for her to make friends. It takes a bit of effort to coax her into somethings. Annora is not really built for combat, but she is built for other athletic things.
Appearance: Annora is a very lithe and slender female in build. Instead of having the brawny, bulky build that others possess, she is nimble and swift. She is light on her paws and her long legs carry her great distances. Her coat is a deep onyx color, peppered lightly with white on her right shoulder. This female’s ears are rounded on her head, and her muzzle is narrow, concealing ivory white canine teeth. Perhaps one of the most stunning things about Annora is her eyes. There are those that say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Perhaps this is true in this case. Annora’s eyes are bright and expressive, clearly showing her every emotion. They are a lovely, soft golden shade in coloration. Her gaze is piercing yet soft at the same time.
Personality: This female is the observant, patient kind of wolf. She does not jump headlong into things before examining every angle first. Those eyes of hers are always watching, absorbing every last detail. Annora is very astute and detail oriented. She does not always speak her mind initially, but when she does, there are thoughtful words to be said. Honor, accountability, and valor are things that she places in high esteem. Those that veer from these core values are to be avoided as much as possible. Annora can be judgmental of others unintentionally, and she projects a sense of premature prejudice. It can be somewhat unnerving. If a wolf is diligent enough though, one can change her mind. After this happens, there is a lighter side to Annora, and she becomes more playful and relaxed. She then projects a peaceful demeanor. This female does have heart for others wolves around her.
History: Annora may perhaps be considered a fortunate wolf when it comes to her history. She has not experienced overwhelming hardships or tragedy in her life currently. Though events in her life shaped her, they did not overtake her. She is not a victim of her past, and does not want to be. Annora simply let her heart guide her in the right direction.
This female was born into a relatively normal pack of five wolves. This pack consisted of her parents, the alpha pair, and one other male. Annora was the last born in her litter, two older brothers preceding her. The pack was a tight knit group, always looking out for one another. Being that the pack was smaller, there was enough food to go around, and shelter was not that hard to find.
Annora and her brothers were constantly playing together, and the adults made provisions for survival. Really she could not complain. Sure winters were slightly harder to deal with, but that is to be expected. Everyone banded together to make things work.
One day, Annora watched as her elder siblings went their own ways. They started their own families and packs. Annora was left to her own devices, and grew to be shier than usual. The female decided that staying in this little community would offer her little experience nor opportunities. She desired to see more of the world beyond the pack’s territory.
With little more than the fur on her back, Annora left home. She ventured into the world beyond her homeland. It did take some adjusting, and it was a learning experience, but obviously she pulled through. She quickly acclimated to things. To this very day, this female is exploring and fulfilling her heart’s desires. And no one is going to stop her now.
Habits: Annora silently observes others before approaching.
Strengths: Annora is quick on her paws and bright in intelligence. She is very attentive, patient, and curious about everything around her. This female has a heart for others once they get to know her well. Annora tries to be upstanding and good natured most of the time. She is not perfect, but strives to be the best that she can be on a regular basis.
Weakness: One of Annora’s greatest weaknesses is her judgmental nature. She does not always give others a chance, and it is harder for her to make friends. It takes a bit of effort to coax her into somethings. Annora is not really built for combat, but she is built for other athletic things.
Chabi- Female- 2 years- Eastern Wolf- Peripheral
Appearance: The she-wolf's coat is a mosaic of earthy colors. Chabi bears a fluffy topcoat, a reddish-brown color reminiscent of redwood bark. Layered on top is a mesh of black fur, masking her wide-set face and striking golden eyes, running between her ears and straight down her back. Her underbelly is light brown, lightening to a more sandy hue during the colder months. Her copper-colored ears are rounded and triangular; a bushy tail is tipped-black.
Before anything else, one will take notice of the she-wolf's size. Though not tiny, Chabi is decidedly small, standing at a mere 70 cm at the shoulder and weighing 70-odd pounds on any given day. As it is, hunting has given her considerable muscle tone, giving her a wiry sort of strength. She lacks the bulk of normal-sized wolves and is instead lean and long, built for speed and endurance rather than brute force.
Personality: The she-wolf's normal state can be described as a sort of happy-calm. Though somewhat quiet, she is still friendly and open to conversation. Among friends or loved ones, she is playful and a little childish. She is kinder than many, often ready with a word of sympathy, praise, or admiration. Still, she can tell when a wolf needs comfort and when they need to stand on their own four paws. She doesn't like coddling others, though in part it's probably because she likes to be the coddled one (just a little).
Chabi has tended to be a follower in most endeavors. This is due mostly to lack of size and opportunity, but even if she had these things, she would want to stay out of the spotlight. The she-wolf tends to avoid conflict, something she's not terribly proud of. It's not really fear that binds her; she simply wants to go about her day without any trouble. She's far from sheep, however, and if something rubs her fur the wrong way, she won't go through with it without good reason. And if there's one thing she cannot stand, it's to be condescended to, especially when it's undeserved.
The fae is determined and intelligent, though never headstrong. Chabi knows the world isn't black and white, and she isn't opposed to diving into that gray area, if it means protecting herself or a loved one. So while she has a strong sense of justice, she's never quick to judge.
History: The she-wolf's natal pack consisted of thirteen wolves, whose territory spanned over lush and bountiful woodlands. She was born to a subordinate female, the last of seven. The Alphess herself had only birthed three, and in a fit of jealous rage, mixed with the instinct borne to any dominant female, killed off three of her siblings before their mother could stop her. Later, another died of pneumonia. Come three months after their birth, the remainder were given their names: Chabi, and her sisters Uma and Opal. As they grew, the Alphas' children were given special attention, of course, yet the packwolves took care of all of their new members just the same.
Uma quickly established herself as the dominant personality among the youth, never failing to strut about or pin down the other pups when she could. But Chabi, who was her favorite, dodged most of her demonstrations with a placating whine. The two went everywhere together, Uma's bravado enough to shield them both. But though Uma was a better leader, the younger she-wolf proved to be the better hunter. She followed tracks with diligence and closely studied the adults whenever they were allowed on the hunts. On a glorious snowy day, the yearlings helped to fell their first elk cow, Chabi leading them along.
The first winter passed easily, as prey was unusually plentiful. However, when spring came, the herds did not. During the next several months, prey levels slowly dwindled. Tension was thick among the adults, the air constantly filled with growls and snarls. Not even Chabi was spared from her sister's snapping teeth.
On the cusp of their second winter, the pack hunted down a moose, their first good meal in weeks. As the two- and three-year-olds approached the kill, they were driven back with drawn lips and warning growls. Confused, most tried once more to take their piece. The hunting ground erupted into a frenzy of snarls and yelps, as the pack's younger generation--Chabi and her siblings included--were chased to the outskirts. The territory could no longer feed all nineteen wolves. The message was clear: they were to leave and never return.
Tails between their legs, they ran. The pack was effectively split in half, the younger souls left to wander in search of their own lands. Some dispersed, and some remained in a group. Uma, expectedly, took the lead in their endeavors, her spirit quelled now that the title of Alphess landed on her. She was perhaps a little eager when she took a mate, for as young as she was, she barely survived the birth of her pups the next spring. Uma fell ill, and with four new mouths to feed, the pack was quickly thrown in disarray. Panicking at the chaos, Chabi left one night, without so much as a farewell to her sister. It was then that she began her search for a new home.
Habits: Shifts her weight back and forth when nervous or excited.
Strengths: Making up for her small stature, Chabi is extremely dextrous, relying on wit and quick maneuvers to face an opponent larger than herself, be it prey, another wolf, or some other creature. This makes her very adept at hunting, as well: larger animals will tire out long before she does. She’s a quick thinker, but not bull-headed enough to plow ahead without thinking ahead as well.
Weakness: Chabi gets flustered pretty easily. She's not quite emotionally mature, prone to tears or (rarely) outbursts if something upsets her. Physically, she's not as large or as strong as your average wolf; there exists for her a greater susceptibility to injury, and some may see her as an easy target to shove around. While she's vocal enough to voice her ideas or concerns, she'll often falter if her words, however valid, are met with resistance.
Appearance: The she-wolf's coat is a mosaic of earthy colors. Chabi bears a fluffy topcoat, a reddish-brown color reminiscent of redwood bark. Layered on top is a mesh of black fur, masking her wide-set face and striking golden eyes, running between her ears and straight down her back. Her underbelly is light brown, lightening to a more sandy hue during the colder months. Her copper-colored ears are rounded and triangular; a bushy tail is tipped-black.
Before anything else, one will take notice of the she-wolf's size. Though not tiny, Chabi is decidedly small, standing at a mere 70 cm at the shoulder and weighing 70-odd pounds on any given day. As it is, hunting has given her considerable muscle tone, giving her a wiry sort of strength. She lacks the bulk of normal-sized wolves and is instead lean and long, built for speed and endurance rather than brute force.
Personality: The she-wolf's normal state can be described as a sort of happy-calm. Though somewhat quiet, she is still friendly and open to conversation. Among friends or loved ones, she is playful and a little childish. She is kinder than many, often ready with a word of sympathy, praise, or admiration. Still, she can tell when a wolf needs comfort and when they need to stand on their own four paws. She doesn't like coddling others, though in part it's probably because she likes to be the coddled one (just a little).
Chabi has tended to be a follower in most endeavors. This is due mostly to lack of size and opportunity, but even if she had these things, she would want to stay out of the spotlight. The she-wolf tends to avoid conflict, something she's not terribly proud of. It's not really fear that binds her; she simply wants to go about her day without any trouble. She's far from sheep, however, and if something rubs her fur the wrong way, she won't go through with it without good reason. And if there's one thing she cannot stand, it's to be condescended to, especially when it's undeserved.
The fae is determined and intelligent, though never headstrong. Chabi knows the world isn't black and white, and she isn't opposed to diving into that gray area, if it means protecting herself or a loved one. So while she has a strong sense of justice, she's never quick to judge.
History: The she-wolf's natal pack consisted of thirteen wolves, whose territory spanned over lush and bountiful woodlands. She was born to a subordinate female, the last of seven. The Alphess herself had only birthed three, and in a fit of jealous rage, mixed with the instinct borne to any dominant female, killed off three of her siblings before their mother could stop her. Later, another died of pneumonia. Come three months after their birth, the remainder were given their names: Chabi, and her sisters Uma and Opal. As they grew, the Alphas' children were given special attention, of course, yet the packwolves took care of all of their new members just the same.
Uma quickly established herself as the dominant personality among the youth, never failing to strut about or pin down the other pups when she could. But Chabi, who was her favorite, dodged most of her demonstrations with a placating whine. The two went everywhere together, Uma's bravado enough to shield them both. But though Uma was a better leader, the younger she-wolf proved to be the better hunter. She followed tracks with diligence and closely studied the adults whenever they were allowed on the hunts. On a glorious snowy day, the yearlings helped to fell their first elk cow, Chabi leading them along.
The first winter passed easily, as prey was unusually plentiful. However, when spring came, the herds did not. During the next several months, prey levels slowly dwindled. Tension was thick among the adults, the air constantly filled with growls and snarls. Not even Chabi was spared from her sister's snapping teeth.
On the cusp of their second winter, the pack hunted down a moose, their first good meal in weeks. As the two- and three-year-olds approached the kill, they were driven back with drawn lips and warning growls. Confused, most tried once more to take their piece. The hunting ground erupted into a frenzy of snarls and yelps, as the pack's younger generation--Chabi and her siblings included--were chased to the outskirts. The territory could no longer feed all nineteen wolves. The message was clear: they were to leave and never return.
Tails between their legs, they ran. The pack was effectively split in half, the younger souls left to wander in search of their own lands. Some dispersed, and some remained in a group. Uma, expectedly, took the lead in their endeavors, her spirit quelled now that the title of Alphess landed on her. She was perhaps a little eager when she took a mate, for as young as she was, she barely survived the birth of her pups the next spring. Uma fell ill, and with four new mouths to feed, the pack was quickly thrown in disarray. Panicking at the chaos, Chabi left one night, without so much as a farewell to her sister. It was then that she began her search for a new home.
Habits: Shifts her weight back and forth when nervous or excited.
Strengths: Making up for her small stature, Chabi is extremely dextrous, relying on wit and quick maneuvers to face an opponent larger than herself, be it prey, another wolf, or some other creature. This makes her very adept at hunting, as well: larger animals will tire out long before she does. She’s a quick thinker, but not bull-headed enough to plow ahead without thinking ahead as well.
Weakness: Chabi gets flustered pretty easily. She's not quite emotionally mature, prone to tears or (rarely) outbursts if something upsets her. Physically, she's not as large or as strong as your average wolf; there exists for her a greater susceptibility to injury, and some may see her as an easy target to shove around. While she's vocal enough to voice her ideas or concerns, she'll often falter if her words, however valid, are met with resistance.
Unnuk- Male- 3.5 years- Alaskan Tundra Wolf- Peripheral
Appearance: Unnuk is quite large compared to most males and is seen as an immediate threat on most occasions. He weighs in around 120lbs and is quite muscular. At the shoulder he stands at a decent 3 feet tall, his legs being long and muscular, giving him most of his height. His muscles ripple under a coat of chocolate brown, black, and bright greys. Although on his chest and across his jawline is a silvery white, contrasting against his browns. Set in the brown of his face are two pale yellow eyes that almost seem to be white in the early mornings. While his legs are long and muscular, his chest is wide and is used like a bull to push others down, however his body becomes leaner as it moves towards his stomach and buttocks. His tail is of normal length and his quite fluffy, mostly browns with a few shades of black mixed in. He has a few scars over his hide, most hidden beneath his thick fur. One in particular however stands out across his muzzle, two large gouges marks lay across his muzzle, as if someone had bitten him there and the canines dragged across his flesh.
Personality: Unnuk was once a happy, gentle wolf. His favorite past time was to tease his beloved sister and play games with her. His sister, Kevser, was very special to him and he was rarely away from her. This was mainly because during his early years, he was the runt and she was always slightly bigger than him. Then everything turned upside down during that fateful day on the beach. He changed then when he lost everything, his laughter was gone and his smile faded, he no longer was the same after that. He became hard and cold, like ice.
After that day he became aggressive and violent, attacking anyone he came across, regardless of age, gender, or size. This gave him quite a few battle scars but also trained him, however his skill did not matter because he let his hate get in his way. He never thought before he acted and he would always wake up from his rage, in pain and confused. This only fueled his anger even more and he continued to go down this destructive path where he would just run off his anger and hate. Until he nearly died and that changed his entire view on the path that he was walking.
After his near death experience almost over a year ago he has had time to change and begin to heal. He is still not fully healed, he still has fits of rage and gets irritable easily, but now he is calmer. Although he mostly apathetic now, he tries to avoid most social conventions instead how he previously sought them out. He will only ever interact if he is cornered or if there is no other way, although he is very cautious and easily triggered into aggression still. He still does not laugh or find enjoyment in things and while he has let his hate and anger begin to fade, he still has not come to terms with the loss of his family. This leaves him to try to forget them and when anything reminds him of them, he goes into fits of destruction, destroying anything around him. This blind rage causes him to still wake up confused but he does not get angry at this as he did before, now he just accepts it as is and moves on with his life instead of thinking too much on this.
History: Unnuk grew up in a close knit pack that include his parents, two uncles, an aunt, an unrelated male, and his littermates. After some time he grew especially close to Kevser, his sister. As they grew up they learned that their small pack had to do lots of defending because of their resources. Unnuk hated fighting as a young male and would get into several arguments with his father over other options instead of fighting intruders. After a plentiful spring just barely out of being a yearling, they were patrolling the borders and came across a very healthy, large pack. The fight ensued and during the chaos Unnuk saw Kevser flee, being chased by an enemy wolf. Unnuk was in hot pursuit although he was too late as he watched as his sister and enemy wolf crash into the tide and both were soon out of sight. Unnuk however had no time to search as a male came at him from his side, quickly Unnuk tried to defend himself but the enemy closed his jaws around his muzzle and threw him, the throw landed Unnuk into the sea. He had but one glance at the shore and watched as his mother tried to come to his rescue but his head was soon pulled under. He remembered struggling, trying to swim back to shore, but only effectively swam himself in a different direction as he was blind and struggling for air. Unnuk washed upon the shore hours later, in a different part of the territory, his struggles had pulled him far away from the battle. He raced back to where the battle was but only found the bodies of his family.
After that he traveled out of the territory, not wanting any reminders of what occurred that day. He traveled for quite some time, coming across several dispersal wolves and packs, fighting each in their own kind until he came across a formidable foe. He was in a blind rage at the time and decided to try and take on a yearling Kodiak. His stupidity left him with minor wounds as the bear did not know how to fully defend itself at the time, but during the tussel he had slipped down a ledge and knocked himself out. When he awoke he was afloat in a river, his nose but inches away from the water. He realized then that his blind rage had nearly caused him to drown. From then on he set out to try and change himself, slowly, so he may at least live another day.
Habits: When he gets irritable he begins to mumble under his breath, usually saying things about himself.
Strengths: Due to Unnuk’s size and strength, he is very formidable in close quarters fights and is very durable. Also due to Unnuk’s past he is extremely well versed in fighting and has the scars to prove it. Unnuk is patient when it comes to hunting and can wait outside a vermin’s hole for most of a day, waiting for the critter to come out.
Weakness: Unnuk is slowed down by his weight and strength, although he does of the stamina to keep up the same pace. He is also not very agile, taking hits directly then trying to dodge away from them. He is also very irritable and not patient when it comes to others wolves, he also lacks communication skills and his words get him in trouble most of the time.
Appearance: Unnuk is quite large compared to most males and is seen as an immediate threat on most occasions. He weighs in around 120lbs and is quite muscular. At the shoulder he stands at a decent 3 feet tall, his legs being long and muscular, giving him most of his height. His muscles ripple under a coat of chocolate brown, black, and bright greys. Although on his chest and across his jawline is a silvery white, contrasting against his browns. Set in the brown of his face are two pale yellow eyes that almost seem to be white in the early mornings. While his legs are long and muscular, his chest is wide and is used like a bull to push others down, however his body becomes leaner as it moves towards his stomach and buttocks. His tail is of normal length and his quite fluffy, mostly browns with a few shades of black mixed in. He has a few scars over his hide, most hidden beneath his thick fur. One in particular however stands out across his muzzle, two large gouges marks lay across his muzzle, as if someone had bitten him there and the canines dragged across his flesh.
Personality: Unnuk was once a happy, gentle wolf. His favorite past time was to tease his beloved sister and play games with her. His sister, Kevser, was very special to him and he was rarely away from her. This was mainly because during his early years, he was the runt and she was always slightly bigger than him. Then everything turned upside down during that fateful day on the beach. He changed then when he lost everything, his laughter was gone and his smile faded, he no longer was the same after that. He became hard and cold, like ice.
After that day he became aggressive and violent, attacking anyone he came across, regardless of age, gender, or size. This gave him quite a few battle scars but also trained him, however his skill did not matter because he let his hate get in his way. He never thought before he acted and he would always wake up from his rage, in pain and confused. This only fueled his anger even more and he continued to go down this destructive path where he would just run off his anger and hate. Until he nearly died and that changed his entire view on the path that he was walking.
After his near death experience almost over a year ago he has had time to change and begin to heal. He is still not fully healed, he still has fits of rage and gets irritable easily, but now he is calmer. Although he mostly apathetic now, he tries to avoid most social conventions instead how he previously sought them out. He will only ever interact if he is cornered or if there is no other way, although he is very cautious and easily triggered into aggression still. He still does not laugh or find enjoyment in things and while he has let his hate and anger begin to fade, he still has not come to terms with the loss of his family. This leaves him to try to forget them and when anything reminds him of them, he goes into fits of destruction, destroying anything around him. This blind rage causes him to still wake up confused but he does not get angry at this as he did before, now he just accepts it as is and moves on with his life instead of thinking too much on this.
History: Unnuk grew up in a close knit pack that include his parents, two uncles, an aunt, an unrelated male, and his littermates. After some time he grew especially close to Kevser, his sister. As they grew up they learned that their small pack had to do lots of defending because of their resources. Unnuk hated fighting as a young male and would get into several arguments with his father over other options instead of fighting intruders. After a plentiful spring just barely out of being a yearling, they were patrolling the borders and came across a very healthy, large pack. The fight ensued and during the chaos Unnuk saw Kevser flee, being chased by an enemy wolf. Unnuk was in hot pursuit although he was too late as he watched as his sister and enemy wolf crash into the tide and both were soon out of sight. Unnuk however had no time to search as a male came at him from his side, quickly Unnuk tried to defend himself but the enemy closed his jaws around his muzzle and threw him, the throw landed Unnuk into the sea. He had but one glance at the shore and watched as his mother tried to come to his rescue but his head was soon pulled under. He remembered struggling, trying to swim back to shore, but only effectively swam himself in a different direction as he was blind and struggling for air. Unnuk washed upon the shore hours later, in a different part of the territory, his struggles had pulled him far away from the battle. He raced back to where the battle was but only found the bodies of his family.
After that he traveled out of the territory, not wanting any reminders of what occurred that day. He traveled for quite some time, coming across several dispersal wolves and packs, fighting each in their own kind until he came across a formidable foe. He was in a blind rage at the time and decided to try and take on a yearling Kodiak. His stupidity left him with minor wounds as the bear did not know how to fully defend itself at the time, but during the tussel he had slipped down a ledge and knocked himself out. When he awoke he was afloat in a river, his nose but inches away from the water. He realized then that his blind rage had nearly caused him to drown. From then on he set out to try and change himself, slowly, so he may at least live another day.
Habits: When he gets irritable he begins to mumble under his breath, usually saying things about himself.
Strengths: Due to Unnuk’s size and strength, he is very formidable in close quarters fights and is very durable. Also due to Unnuk’s past he is extremely well versed in fighting and has the scars to prove it. Unnuk is patient when it comes to hunting and can wait outside a vermin’s hole for most of a day, waiting for the critter to come out.
Weakness: Unnuk is slowed down by his weight and strength, although he does of the stamina to keep up the same pace. He is also not very agile, taking hits directly then trying to dodge away from them. He is also very irritable and not patient when it comes to others wolves, he also lacks communication skills and his words get him in trouble most of the time.