Arrow

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Name: Arrow
Age: Four
Gender: Make
Breed: Malamute x Wolf Cross
Appearance:
Arrow is first and foremost intimating. He stands thirty inches at the shoulder and weighs at an even one hundred pounds. His head is large and block-like, though his muzzle is long like a wolf’s. His eyes are definitely feral, a rarely seen amber-yellow. His fur is a miasma of sables, reds and tans, and thickly coated. His double coated fur means he sheds heavily, but it protects him from the bite of an enemy. His paws are large and connect to a thick barrel body that screams muscle.

Personality:

But contrary to his appearance, Arrow is not a fighter nor is he a brute. In fact, Arrow will go out of his way to stay away from others. When confronted, though he’s got the form to fight, he will run and back down before he ever thinks about striking back. He is a loner, through and through, but none of that is by choice. He is deeply loyal and protective instinctively, but he has no one to latch all his good and humble traits onto. Because there is one extremely important detail that runs his life.

Arrow is mute.

He can’t speak. He can whine, growl and even howl, albeit gruffly and rather hoarsely. But he can’t talk. This means he has been shunned most his life from both the wolves he’s tried to live with and the canines he’s run with as well. He has found ways to deal. He’s adept at charades and is extremely patient. He judges no one before he knows them, since he has had it done to him. He is a simple brute and despises any sort of praise. But it still means he remains outside of everything. He is extremely lonely because of it. But that doesn’t mean he’s depressed. He’s known no different and is looking for anyone that will take him as he is.

All in all, Arrow is a loyal, humble, and shy brute looking for anyone that will try and get past the muteness that surrounds him.

History:

Arrow was not in fact, born mute. He was born to a wolf mother who had wandered from her Alaska home to be found by a malamute brute. They had a short but passion-filled rendezvous and she became pregnant. The only thing was, the malamute belonged to an Indian tribe that hurried the wolf away. So she went back to what she had been done before. She was a wandering lone wolf.

And that was never a good thing in the harsh winter. She had a difficult pregnancy, because she happened to be nearing old age. The winter was harsher than normal and it created a toll on upon her. She gave an early birth to a little of five pups. Two were stillborn and the one female was born with a sickly cough that soon claimed her.

Arrow was the only healthy one. Born strong and courageous, he was hard to control. It was that indomitable spirit, which he still has inside him that caused so much trouble. The mother had accidentally wandered into the outskirts of a pack’s territory during the winter storm. She didn’t know and therefore, allowed her adventurous pup to wander around.

Alaska gets wildfires, occasionally. However, there’s always that wild one that has to make headlines. Arrow and his mother got caught in this. She protected her son with her own body and it was inside the den, where Arrow’s throat and lungs swallowed smoke and heat that blistered his throat into the mess it is today.
He emerged from the cave, behind his mother’s burned body, unable to even mourn her with a wolf’s graveside song.
And so he’s traveled, never stopping, always on the look for that sense of home he felt once before. He hasn’t found it yet, but Saddle Creek may be the place he needs.

[?SilentCallings?]

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