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My character for Wolves of Lunar Forest! Im dying to draw and write for a canine character again.
I tried a more kind of "Baltoy" style with good ol Tracker here, dont know how well I succeeded, but I tried. Haha.
Going to aim for the Onni Pack. It seems like the best fit for the ol gal.

Art and Character © Rachel Postlewaite 2016

CHARACTER SHEET INFO:

:: NightTracker ::
Name: Skad Naiit

*Meaning: Her true name means shadowed Night in her birth packs tongue.

*Alias(es): NightTracker (This is the name she goes by, never by her true name)

Gender: Female

Age: Aged Adult at 8 - Born early spring

Height: 39”

Weight: 180lbs

Length: 170” long

Voice: Her voice I can picture as no one but my own. Perhaps ill do a small animation with my voice over one day. Its deep, but smooth, not very feminine at all, and is deeper when she first wakes up.

*Mannerisms:

• NightTracker will growl if a wolf speaks to quickly to her, warning them to slow down without using speech herself.

• She sits very stately, back straight and forelimbs close together underneath her, a posture taught since she was a puppy. She does this without thinking.

• Her ears always twitch, even when not consciously listening for anything.

• She tends to act dominant without realizing it, being a leader for so many years.

• She speaks bluntly, and without mercy.

Bloodline/s: Valley line Wolf at 80% out crossed with Timber lines at 20%

Physical Description: NightTracker is a large and long wolf. With Valley lineage strong and true, her families lineage on her fathers side were all Valley wolves. Her Mothers side were Valley wolves with Timber out crosses. Her Father was a Valley Wolf, and her Mother was half Valley, half Timber. All muscle.

Tracker is well built, with thick dense fur of the darkest night. Shaggy fur protects her long limbs and her hind quarters are well feathered. Her tail is average sized and well plushed. The mane about her neck is extra thick, as well as around her shoulders. She longer than most females in her birth pack, with a long straight back line. Due to this shes able to run with long lopes, creating easy bursts of speed for hunting. Shes gotten more lithe in her age, losing a bit of weight to be faster on her feet and more agile in the forest. Her paw pads are gray and rough, like sandpaper from all of her years of traveling every surface known to mankind. Her movement when not loping or running is an easy trot, with her feet high and placed directly in front of the previous foot, creating a single track, instead of seeing front foot, back foot side by side, you'd see a single line of back foot in the same print as the front. This was also a taught trait, to move more fluently and less likely to stir the earth under foot. NightTracker is like a stoic statue when shes at ease. She lays with her front paws crossed, and her head high. When she sits, shes constantly alert, her front limbs square underneath her and perfectly inline with her body, sitting proudly and straight.

Shes covered from muzzle to toes with scars and bite wounds. She doesn't look for a fight, but has fought many a creature, from other wolves, to bears, to badgers and wolverines, to man to protect her family, and herself. Her most prominent scar is a diagonal scar that starts at her left eye and travels down to the bridge of her muzzle, followed by two others, one over her right eye, the other below it. These are old knife wounds from a hunter from many years previous. Her ears are tattered from identification tags being ripped from her ears in previous years, and by other wolves in scuffles for rank. The larger scars on her head and hip are from a bear attack while protecting her second litter of puppies when they wandered too far from the birthing den and found an angry mother with two cubs. She lost two of her litter that day, and will never forget it. Other bite wounds and scratches are from various small predators, whether from dens she was robbing to whelp her litters, or digging out for food. She feels her scars tell her life's story of conquest through life, and wears them proudly, and never forgets where each one came from.

Her fur mats in the spring when she sheds her winter coat, having a thicker layer of fur about her neck and face, those are the areas that lack the best beauty aspects when coat blowing seasons arises.

Her fur has just started to lighten about her muzzle, neck, chest, shoulders and back, showing her age.

Her teeth are still very strong, though have yellowed a bit with her age and are slightly worn down, she can still bite with meaning. Sometimes while at rest, or sunning herself, her top canines will protrude past her lips, giving her a snaggle toothed appearance.

Pack or Guild: Onni

  Rank: Tier 0 / No Rank or Task
:: P E R S O N A L I T Y ::
Traits:

Positive -

• Alert

• Balanced

• Adaptable

• Clever

• Confident

• Dedicated

• Wise

• Observant

• Steady

Negative -

• Blunt

• Aloof

• Coarse

• Envious

• Opportunistic

• Reactive

• Rigid

• Critical

• Grudging

In Depth: NightTracker is a very complicated wolf. She keeps to herself most of the time, only truly speaking up and making her presence known when she needs to, or is spoken to directly. She prefers to linger in the shadows, staying away from any pressing situation. However, shes very clever, and adaptable and those traits come in handy when she feels dedicated and loyal enough to make her stand. She doesn't have to feel welcome to be a valuable addition to a pack she belongs, however, not pissing her off will get you further with her than being a mimic of her own cold demeanor. She seems rigid and aloof at first glance, shes always alert and observant, critical even of those around her. Scrutinizing their movements, their motives, and how they act toward one another. She doesn't like two-facedness. If she realizes your being two-faced, especially to her, you will see the wrath of darkness that she can become.

This wolf is very blunt and to the point of everything she does, and says. She can be very coarse with how she relays information, sounding even cold and possibly cruel with dismal situations, she does what must be done, no matter the cost. NightTracker is opportunistic, and borderline marauder in that she will steal food if she needs to, or will dig out a den's occupant and kill it if she needs it for herself, or for pack mates. To her, only her life, her children, her mate and her pack matter. Outsiders mean nothing to her until they prove themselves otherwise. And that may take a long while. Shes Grudging, mostly inwardly toward herself than others, but if one she had deemed trustworthy and loved betrays her trust, she will never look at that wolf the same way again. She remembers all ill will, as well as every positive in her life. A memory like a steel trap, NightTracker will use her wisdom and her steadiness in any given situation for those shes given her life to, being eight years old and going on nine, shes been around for many years, and has been to many out reaches of the world where wolves roam. Her, and her past families.

Shes not all teeth and claws, though. NightTracker can be admirable and one could say “happy”, shes just been through so much in her travels that she finds it hard to genuinely smile and let herself wander away from that observant, must evaluate everything attitude. Shes lost many babies, and has thus far, out lived four mates. All gone far too early and before their time, either by protecting her and their families, or from disease or poachers bullets. She can view new mothers enviously because of this, and being unsuccessful in her child rearing under such harsh environment and predator conditions back in her homeland. She /has/ successfully raised puppies into adulthood, and have seen them wander away to start families of their own, but has lost many as well, as well as other pack members. So when she sees soft, unmolded young ones mewling and yipping happily at their mothers teats, and growing fit and healthy, she aches for the days when she was happier, and had a litter of her own to carry and nurture. She yearns for another litter, but wonders if she is even still capable of having any more. This thought saddens her – not knowing, and she can become enclosed in on herself and morose, just adding to what seems like a very cruel, cold wolf.

Tracker can be extremely reactive when something triggers her emotions, usually aggressive in nature, though she tries very hard to keep her domineering personality in check. Especially with being yet again in a new land, with new territories. She does genuinely try to belong and be helpful, but being innately aggressive due to what shes been through, sometimes its very hard for her to rein in her thoughts and calm her inner demons.

Other than her obvious flaws in character, NightTracker is a very balanced and confident wolf. She knows her quirks and works hard to keep them in check, and tries to melt away and remain outside of large groups and heated discussions to keep her easily erupted temper in control. Shes confident in her abilities to lead, and to follow when she needs to. She knows what she is capable of, and what she is not. If the pack makes a decision about something she does not think Is feasible or possible without them getting injured, she rises up and says so, and will fight her own pack-mates, if necessary, to keep them safe.

:: H I S T O R Y ::
Pre-Group History: NightTracker's childhood was harsh and aggressive. Her Mother was fair, loving and gentle, and her Father was feared by the entire pack. He was aggressive, stern, and unyielding. He wanted his puppies and his pack to be the strongest in the new territories, and to be able and survive. NightTracker and her siblings only knew true love from their Mother Sikit, the omega in the pack, Ashes, and their uncle, Keesu. Every other wolf was a corrupted soul. The pack was run on strength and how much power you held within it. Rank was fought for constantly. They lived up in the rugged mountains of the far north, it snowed often, but the mountains weren't overly dangerous. Forests grew along their territory and far beyond. Thick trees with plenty of shelter from the heavy wind, and some protection from the harsh, long winters. You needed to be strong to survive through such cold environments. Their coats were thick, thicker than most wolves, and if her father had ever run into true Mountain line wolves, he would most certainly have coward before them.

As she and her siblings grew, they were taught to single track when they walked, less chance of stepping on something that would alert prey, and to strengthen your balance. This taught precision, and to travel rigidly yet fluidly. When you weren't active, you sat like a royal, you sat for the rank you wanted, meaning, if you fought for second in command, you sat high and mighty so everyone near and far knew that you were important. If you sat meekly, you were treated with disdain and mocked. If you sat like an omega, you were treated like an omega. If an Omega fought for a higher rank and lost, and tried to hide his loss and sit like a gamma, his ears would be bitten full of holes. Rank was your golden ticket. The lower in rank you were, the less food you got. Many wolves perished in the long winter months. NightTracker swore to herself, even though she felt humiliated when shed fail to learn what her father was teaching her, that she would succeed. She would not perish like those that came before her. She would not allow herself to die before she saw what she could accomplish.

As weeks turned to months and the spring thaw came to the hills and low mountains, the trees let loose what snow still lingered and the pack started feeding again. Time seemed to speed up once the snow was gone, and before she knew it, winter seemed back again. Months turned into years, and when NightTracker was two years old, she, and all of her siblings, had made it into young adulthood. Her parents were still alive, and a few of the others were still alive. Their pack had gone from fifteen, to seven in just two years.

Being too prideful to move lower into the valley and live a somewhat easier life, Sundar refused to listen to her siblings or herself. Her Mother had given up long ago trying to convince them to move. So, NightTracker took it upon herself to take on that first adventure. She, and her siblings Letakka, Jika and Yatos struck out on their own. Kita stayed, being brain washed and taken in to the aggressive ways of their father.

The four traveled down the mountain into the valley, and there found a pack of Timber line wolves. They were much friendlier than her birth pack, though still stand offish to outsiders. Upon requesting passage through, and to stay a few weeks to scout the nearby ranges, they agreed only if they would join them. NightTracker and her siblings joined the pack. They lived in the forests just at the base of the mountain range, and hunted the elk in the fields. This is where NightTracker found her first mate, Chaos. He was named for his chaotic mind, never knowing where he truly belonged when he was younger, much like herself, though Tracker would never shun her families tactics aloud. Sometimes Chaos seemed bitter and unsure of what to do, but he was friendly, determined and really protective of his land, his pack and of Tracker.

The siblings were happy, and the pack thrived. Scouts keeping track of the borders would return with news from the surrounding packs and their own territories from time to time, and Tracker would learn of her families fate. More dying, her Mothers health fading. Each time a scout returned with seemingly normal news, Trackers heart would hurt just a little bit more.

A year later, when shed heard news of her Mother's passing, her uncles and another pack wolf, she couldn't bare it any longer. She asked her siblings if they would join her further into the range, to find a new land for just themselves. When the siblings refused, NightTracker said her farewell to their pack-mates, and she and Chaos set off alone to wander the world.

It was mid spring and her first litter was approaching fast. They'd traveled miles together. Weeks alone, and catching what they could find, and avoiding all markers of any wolves. Heading deep into an old marked forest, NightTracker dug out a den inhabited by a badger, receiving several nasty wounds as she nestled into the dark cool earth to whelp her litter.

With four mouths to feed, being loners was hard work. They were constantly hunting so the puppies would have sufficient sustenance. NightTracker was growing thin, her mate, even more so. The puppies at least were thriving, and seemed happy. NightTracker did not want to be a parent like her father, but like her Mother. Calm, collected, and nurturing. When they were old enough to walk on their own, Tracker and Chaos were going to move them back out toward the valley. Back to the pack they'd left. She needed to look out for the health of her puppies, before herself. They needed a pack. And so, they moved. A week into the journey, Breezy became ill, as did her brother, Zing. The puppies just couldn't keep up, so NightTracker and Chaos would take turns carrying them. When they weren't getting better, they stopped traveling, and rested in a small gorge with trees on both sides with provided cover, and protection from the cool breezes that still came at night. They waited, and Chaos would leave in the mornings to hunt, not returning until nightfall. All of the puppies were eating, but Breezy and Zing weren't getting better. The next morning, they had passed. Heart broken and grief stricken, Chaos and Tracker mouthed their two remaining puppies, and moved out of the gorge back into the valley, howling for the pack.

When they got back into the territory, they noticed the scent marks were old, and no pack members were within calling distance. They were gone. Dead or moved on, they did not know, but they headed up to the den-site anyway, and took up residence. They would continue in the other direction within a few days.

Within those few days, they lost Sequoia. NightTracker kept herself from becoming emotional, but inside she was dying, bit by bit. Chaos was killing himself finding enough food for them, and Tracker knew it. They couldnt bring down large prey with just themselves being ribby and track worn, so it was constant hares and birds, and anything else they could catch. When they finally started off again, they ran into three of the valley pack, learning a bear had taken up residence close by, and was hovering too close to the den-site. Not wanting to risk anyones lives, they had moved on. Welcoming the small family back into the pack, they moved further southeast. Chaos, NightTracker and Frost thrived again, and the young white wolf grew into a young adult.

Becoming a scout, her, her mate and two others took their leave of the valley pack to patrol their new borders, when they found human encampment for the first time. It was a small country settlement, animals theyve never seen before, tall, four legged, similar shape to elk, but without the large antlers and tail longer and stringier. And to their amazement, these two legged bipeds rode on top of them! Slinking around the human camp to give themselves plenty of room, they settled in to watch them into the night. When the sun set, and they started their fire down below, Chaos grew curious.

Trotting down closer to the fire, Chaos sniffed about their clothing as they slept near their horses. And something near the fire drew his attention, food. Smoked, crisp food. NightTracker and the two scouts whined in the brush up the hill, begging for the gray wolf to come back, but his eagerness to find out what was going on kept him close. As he nosed the pan, a horse spooked and reared, waking the men. Chaos started, and as he took off at a lope, there was a sudden crack of thunder, and he fell. NightTracker and the other wolves turned and fled, to return as quickly as possible to their pack, to inform them, and to move territory yet again.

That was NightTracker's first sight of man, and the memory will forever be a charred, bitter memory.

As time passed, the black wolf grew anxious and bitter, and broke off from her pack to roam alone. No mate, no others, not carrying any puppies, she set off on her own, into the wilderness and to scratch out her own destiny.

The forest seemed to be the best suited homeland for her. She could hunt small game just for herself to survive, and she was fit and in her prime. After a year, the pang of lonliness was starting to grip her again, and she ran into another pack. It was small, 3 individuals; two females and a male. She was welcomed by the male, Atrix, but not the females. She was competition to them and she knew it. However, she never tried to fuss with them, instead, she proved her worth, and quickly rose up to be the lead bitch. Atrix noticed as well, and the following year they paired up and bred. NightTracker had two puppies, Echo and Dzur. She was happy again, and her puppies both made it to young adulthood as the winters weren't nearly as harsh in the lowland forests as it was in the higher hills and mountains. The two females never really trusted her, however, and rank squabbles were constant. Tracker held her place like a mighty queen, but the constant fighting was starting to wear on her, as her pelt continued to scar.

One night she said goodbye to her children, and her mate, and she left, always within the back of her heart, a wanderlust, to keep going. She wasnt where she was meant to be. Later on, her children split up, going their separate ways to start families of their own, and her mate, Atrix, followed her scent. A few weeks later, the two met up again in a flurry of wagging tails and happy howling. Loners again.

As she traveled, she noticed more and more traces of humans, and even more so devastating. One night while single tracking, her mate trotting along side her, the forest suddenly quieted, and the two slowed down, the atmosphere suddenly turning oppressive. Against her better judgment, NightTracker lead Atrix further up and into the higher rocks of the woods, and that is when it happened. Atrix stepped right into a trap. Crying out and tripping, the striking silver pelted wolf lay bleeding and crying. NightTracker was clueless. She had no idea what to do. Biting it didn't help, chewing the chain it was attached to was bitter and metallic, and made her shake her head vigorously. She laid with him that night, licking his wound, and the next morning she heard them. Foot steps. Heavy, not even trying to be quiet like a natural predator. As two men showed up, again with the thunder sticks, NightTracker held her grown and snarled. She wasn't about to leave another mate.

As she squared herself off in front of them as they surrounded the two wolves, she leapt up, and toward the nearest one without a gun. With quick precision, the man unsheathed his hunting knife and slashed Trackers face wide open in several places as she savagely ripped his his clothes and flesh, trying to protect her beloved.

Shots fired at her gave her no choice if she wanted to live, and she turned to flee, crying out as the dark wolf vanished within the shadows of the trees as her mate was killed.

She traveled alone for nearly 3 years after that, continuing in one direction. Passing up chance after chance of serving a pack, of joining, getting attached to anyone else. She wasn't religious, and her birth pack never taught about spirits, guides or Gods. The two packs she had stayed with believed in natural spirits, but none of that was helpful to NightTracker. That didn't keep her children alive, or her mates.

She learned, following man made camps, what they were after, fur, trophies, the thrill of the chase. Trapping. She learned to read the signs. She became a prize. She would taunt them in their sleep by howling ust outside of their guns reach. She would trot by and rustle bushes to startle their horses. She would never be caught. The black wolf with the piercing blue eyes became a needed trophy for this one group of men she terrorized. She was always one step ahead of them.

Then one day, while resting, she awoke to several large pack wolves standing around her. They made no move to attack her, but the lead female and male were silently snarling. They asked why she was there, and why she was making such a fuss over the humans. That she was endangering them, and their young pups. They gave her an ultimatum. Leave, or join them and learn how to cope alongside the men.

NightTracker refused. At first. She lingered around their borders, watching them, listening to their stories, watching the alpha female with her little ones, and that burning sensation within her started up again. That's when her envious nature emerged. Shed track along the outskirts, between watching the human camp, and the wolves who told her she was welcome if she would conform to their way of life. The black wolf would watch how the wolves interacted, and just couldn't help herself. She couldn't forget her childrens death, her mates passings. Humans were destroyers. Like the winter in the mountains. She took off one night after the pack laid to sleep, and went back to the mens settlement. She snapped at horses legs, startling them into kicking whatever lay close to them, and howled. Running back into the brush, she remembered smiling to herself of a job well done. Until the next day.

The next day when she was off hunting, she heard several cries of the men, some on horseback, some on foot, banging pots, shooting their thunder sticks. Loping toward the commotion, she returned to the pack den to warn the others only to see they had all been slaughtered. Her heart sunk. Even the puppies. What had she done? She vowed never to go near another human. Ever.

Running, she ran until she could barely breath, and her paws were bloody. She cried and heaved. And as she stopped, probably miles away, she was shot, and everything went blank.

She awoke somewhere completely different than before. The surroundings were not the same. It was a forest, but not the forest she was last in. She felt woozy, and off kilter. As she stood on not so firm legs, she shook her head and looked around. Two other wolves were within the area, seemingly just as dazed and confused. They had tags in their ears. When she shook her head, hers had been pierced also. This was strange. Strange and awkward. Apparently humans of the better variety had been looking for specimens to study, and had gotten a hold of some loners from different nearby areas, plopping them together in an expansive enclosure of several acres.

Instantly alarmed, NightTracker ran in one direction, only to find a wall there, a wall of metal, much like the trap that covered her second mates foot, but it wasn't as.. thick? She bit onto it, and it tasted the same as before. She trotted parallel to it, no matter where she walked, it was there. She was trapped. Trapped with two other strange wolves. Days later, more arrived. Learning each others names, and where they had come from, the big dark female couldn't help but feel her instincts draw her in to lead them. She became aggressive, much like her father, but was more forgiving, like her Mother. She quickly brought the bunch of loners together as a pack, and the biggest male there she took a fancy to, and proved to him she could be a fine mate and leadrene for their pack. She could find a way for them to escape their confines. She knew humans, or so she thought. She could get them out. Filling the packs mind with ideas and hope, Cipher fell for her and the following spring, she had three puppies; Fire Spirit, Midnight Ice, and Kedora.

Shortly after that the scientists studying them realized that there was extra commotion as the presence of the puppies leaving the den excited the whole pack, and decided that their two year study could end once the puppies were old enough. The wolves had become a solid pack, and could be released in the area.

Taking a section of fence away one day when the pups were 10 weeks old, NightTracker and Cipher lead the pack out and back into the wild. She had succeeded. They were free.

A growing pack of 10, including the puppies, the western distinct population segment was new to the area. Bringing in packs to relocate and bring wolves back. However, the pack noticed quickly the prey were smaller, the elk wasn't as robust, and there were more rivers and lakes. Which meant more bears. Large grizzly bears. Cipher and NightTracker sought out a safe location to start their new pack. As far as they could tell, no other scent marks of wolves were near, anywhere. So Tracker dug out a fox den near a lake, and they made that their home. A few of the wolves had spoken of their beliefs while being captive, and while NightTracker could still not allow herself to be religious at all, she allowed them to have their different faiths.

One afternoon, the pack was away hunting while Pok, the omega was watching the puppies near the lake. Trying to keep track of three unruly puppies wanting to explore was a bit of a chore, as Pok tried desperately to keep them in line. While distracted, several bear moved down to the lake to fish with their cubs. Seeing suddenly that 4 large bear were surrounding them, Pok called the cubs back, but Kedora wanted to explore these new predators. Shed never seen bear before! Pok howled, calling the pack back, and hours later, when they had returned with full bellies for the puppies, NightTracker learned of yet another puppies fate. Cipher tried consoling her, but the proud black she-wolf spurned his tries and left to bury her baby.

The next day, the pack moved.

That is when they ran into more humans. Not the same ones NightTracker had been teasing, and not the scientists. These humans were burning the forest. For what purpose she did not know. All she knew was she needed to get her pack out, and safe. She could hear barking, not unlike the vocals of a wolf, but they didnt make the same sounds. They barked, harshly and viciously, as they came through the burning brush after them. Why was all of this happening? What was going on? Why was there a war upon her family?

Running until they were exhausted, the pack turned to face the large hunting dogs, and fought to protect the two remaining puppies, and themselves.

Dogs died, and wolves died. Out of 10, 6 remained, including the puppies. She had been mauled pretty decently, so had Cipher, and one of the other adults. As they traveled, their wounds became infected, and it became harder to walk. NightTracker was stubborn, and kept herself moving. Cipher and the other wolf wasnt doing so well. The other healthy adult tried mixing herbs to dress their wounds, but Ciphers and the others were just too much. A few days later, her third mate passed on, as did the other wolf.

NightTracker struggled on, and after another week, began to heal. The other adult helped her hunt to feed the puppies, this wolf became her much beloved companion, an elder female named Shaw. She was wise, and very compassionate. She taught NightTracker and her puppies about all she knew, about herbs, the Gods she believed in, and to always have faith. Everything happened for a reason. If your alive, you have a purpose. If you die, you are reborn to fulfill another purpose. And she knew about humans. She and Tracker would talk at all hours in the night while the pups listened until they fell asleep about humanity. How most were wanting to wipe them away, like a bug stain on a dens floor. While others wanted to help them, like they had witnessed back in the cage.

From then on it was a constant flee for survival. Humans were everywhere here. The further they traveled, the more they found. More modern settlements, houses, dogs. Less traps in the woods, though. They decided to move north again, and try to get to where she originated from. Shaw was thinner than her, smaller. She wasn't a mountain wolf, nor was she a valley wolf. But she was willing to follow Tracker anywhere.

They ran into small packs of three or four every so often, and a loner here and there, but was not concerned for them. Their only concern was fleeing any presence of man. Back toward Alaska.

Months passed into years and they had finally made it somewhere seemingly safe. Climbing into the cold was not what NightTracker wanted, and Shaw was getting too old to travel too far. Settling within a valley shadowed by trees near the base of a small mountain, eventually their tails reached the ears of other wolves, and others came wanting to join them. Their little family of 4 turned into 12, and a year and a half after that, became 16 when she whelped four new puppies alongside Itola, a brilliant fiery red wolf from the valley. A born leader, NightTracker kept her family fed alongside her brute of a mate, and the ranks were stable. Soon after her babies were out of the den, Shaw left them, and passed away.

The following month, she lost two of her puppies to an unknown sickness, and nearly lost her other two. Having retained the knowledge Shaw had taught her, she saved her remaining children.

Two years later, half of her pack was taken by rabies, a disease she had never known before, or seen. Frightened for the rest of them, she and Itola lead the rest of them away, and further into the valley, where she had first been genuinely happy. Hoping to be far away from the sickness, she later saw that it had affected her beloved mate, and three others. 5 wolves now. Shed lost yet another mate. And more children. And more pack-mates. By this point, NightTracker was bitter inside. Self loathing and depressed. Why was this all happening to her? Why couldn't she be happy for longer than a year? Why were her families constantly being ripped away from her? Damn any one of their Gods. If there were Gods, why did they not spare her mates? Her children?

One day while out roaming, patrolling the borders and head hanging low, tattered ears from fight after fight in her youth, ripped where a tag once stayed, twitched, she felt a jolt in her shoulder, a familiar sting, and then a familiar darkness.

When she woke this time, there was no tag, and there were no others. She could smell them, but she could not see them. Shed been ripped away from what was left of her family yet again.

Coming around from the disorienting drug, NightTracker stood on her old legs, and belted out a song to any who were near. I am tired of being alone. And I am here, in my years of travel, of suffering. I am here.

Being placed in the midst of Onni packs territory, she could only imagine what was left to transpire, as she looked around with her old blue eyes.

Group History: Nothing Yet!

:: R E L A T I O N S H I P S ::
Mate: Chaos (deceased) Atrix (deceased) Cipher (deceased) Itola (deceased)
  Offspring:

Sire – Itola

Hathor, Obeah (deceased), Raiden (deceased), Auburn

Sire – Cipher

Fire Spirit, Midnight Ice, Kedora (deceased)

Sire – Atrix

Echo, Dzur

Sire – Chaos

Breezy (deceased), Zing (deceased), Sequoia(deceased), Kearu (deceased), Frost

Family:
      Father: Sundar
Mother: Sikit
      Siblings: Letakka, Jika, Kita, Yatos
*Other: Her family are all scattered about the territories of various states and ranges.

:: A V A I L A B I L I T Y ::
Timezone: Central

Preferred Methods:
      Notes: Yes please!
    Comments: We can if you need to. ^.^
    Skype: I only really use Skype to chat. :3
    Docs: Yes please! Email them please *points below*
    Other: Or by email! At SkadooSkian@gmail.com

:: O T H E R N O T E S ::
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Description
My character for Wolves of Lunar Forest! Im dying to draw and write for a canine character again.
I tried a more kind of "Baltoy" style with good ol Tracker here, dont know how well I succeeded, but I tried. Haha.
Going to aim for the Onni Pack. It seems like the best fit for the ol gal.

Art and Character © Rachel Postlewaite 2016

CHARACTER SHEET INFO:

:: NightTracker ::
Name: Skad Naiit

*Meaning: Her true name means shadowed Night in her birth packs tongue.

*Alias(es): NightTracker (This is the name she goes by, never by her true name)

Gender: Female

Age: Aged Adult at 8 - Born early spring

Height: 39”

Weight: 180lbs

Length: 170” long

Voice: Her voice I can picture as no one but my own. Perhaps ill do a small animation with my voice over one day. Its deep, but smooth, not very feminine at all, and is deeper when she first wakes up.

*Mannerisms:

• NightTracker will growl if a wolf speaks to quickly to her, warning them to slow down without using speech herself.

• She sits very stately, back straight and forelimbs close together underneath her, a posture taught since she was a puppy. She does this without thinking.

• Her ears always twitch, even when not consciously listening for anything.

• She tends to act dominant without realizing it, being a leader for so many years.

• She speaks bluntly, and without mercy.

Bloodline/s: Valley line Wolf at 80% out crossed with Timber lines at 20%

Physical Description: NightTracker is a large and long wolf. With Valley lineage strong and true, her families lineage on her fathers side were all Valley wolves. Her Mothers side were Valley wolves with Timber out crosses. Her Father was a Valley Wolf, and her Mother was half Valley, half Timber. All muscle.

Tracker is well built, with thick dense fur of the darkest night. Shaggy fur protects her long limbs and her hind quarters are well feathered. Her tail is average sized and well plushed. The mane about her neck is extra thick, as well as around her shoulders. She longer than most females in her birth pack, with a long straight back line. Due to this shes able to run with long lopes, creating easy bursts of speed for hunting. Shes gotten more lithe in her age, losing a bit of weight to be faster on her feet and more agile in the forest. Her paw pads are gray and rough, like sandpaper from all of her years of traveling every surface known to mankind. Her movement when not loping or running is an easy trot, with her feet high and placed directly in front of the previous foot, creating a single track, instead of seeing front foot, back foot side by side, you'd see a single line of back foot in the same print as the front. This was also a taught trait, to move more fluently and less likely to stir the earth under foot. NightTracker is like a stoic statue when shes at ease. She lays with her front paws crossed, and her head high. When she sits, shes constantly alert, her front limbs square underneath her and perfectly inline with her body, sitting proudly and straight.

Shes covered from muzzle to toes with scars and bite wounds. She doesn't look for a fight, but has fought many a creature, from other wolves, to bears, to badgers and wolverines, to man to protect her family, and herself. Her most prominent scar is a diagonal scar that starts at her left eye and travels down to the bridge of her muzzle, followed by two others, one over her right eye, the other below it. These are old knife wounds from a hunter from many years previous. Her ears are tattered from identification tags being ripped from her ears in previous years, and by other wolves in scuffles for rank. The larger scars on her head and hip are from a bear attack while protecting her second litter of puppies when they wandered too far from the birthing den and found an angry mother with two cubs. She lost two of her litter that day, and will never forget it. Other bite wounds and scratches are from various small predators, whether from dens she was robbing to whelp her litters, or digging out for food. She feels her scars tell her life's story of conquest through life, and wears them proudly, and never forgets where each one came from.

Her fur mats in the spring when she sheds her winter coat, having a thicker layer of fur about her neck and face, those are the areas that lack the best beauty aspects when coat blowing seasons arises.

Her fur has just started to lighten about her muzzle, neck, chest, shoulders and back, showing her age.

Her teeth are still very strong, though have yellowed a bit with her age and are slightly worn down, she can still bite with meaning. Sometimes while at rest, or sunning herself, her top canines will protrude past her lips, giving her a snaggle toothed appearance.

Pack or Guild: Onni

  Rank: Tier 0 / No Rank or Task
:: P E R S O N A L I T Y ::
Traits:

Positive -

• Alert

• Balanced

• Adaptable

• Clever

• Confident

• Dedicated

• Wise

• Observant

• Steady

Negative -

• Blunt

• Aloof

• Coarse

• Envious

• Opportunistic

• Reactive

• Rigid

• Critical

• Grudging

In Depth: NightTracker is a very complicated wolf. She keeps to herself most of the time, only truly speaking up and making her presence known when she needs to, or is spoken to directly. She prefers to linger in the shadows, staying away from any pressing situation. However, shes very clever, and adaptable and those traits come in handy when she feels dedicated and loyal enough to make her stand. She doesn't have to feel welcome to be a valuable addition to a pack she belongs, however, not pissing her off will get you further with her than being a mimic of her own cold demeanor. She seems rigid and aloof at first glance, shes always alert and observant, critical even of those around her. Scrutinizing their movements, their motives, and how they act toward one another. She doesn't like two-facedness. If she realizes your being two-faced, especially to her, you will see the wrath of darkness that she can become.

This wolf is very blunt and to the point of everything she does, and says. She can be very coarse with how she relays information, sounding even cold and possibly cruel with dismal situations, she does what must be done, no matter the cost. NightTracker is opportunistic, and borderline marauder in that she will steal food if she needs to, or will dig out a den's occupant and kill it if she needs it for herself, or for pack mates. To her, only her life, her children, her mate and her pack matter. Outsiders mean nothing to her until they prove themselves otherwise. And that may take a long while. Shes Grudging, mostly inwardly toward herself than others, but if one she had deemed trustworthy and loved betrays her trust, she will never look at that wolf the same way again. She remembers all ill will, as well as every positive in her life. A memory like a steel trap, NightTracker will use her wisdom and her steadiness in any given situation for those shes given her life to, being eight years old and going on nine, shes been around for many years, and has been to many out reaches of the world where wolves roam. Her, and her past families.

Shes not all teeth and claws, though. NightTracker can be admirable and one could say “happy”, shes just been through so much in her travels that she finds it hard to genuinely smile and let herself wander away from that observant, must evaluate everything attitude. Shes lost many babies, and has thus far, out lived four mates. All gone far too early and before their time, either by protecting her and their families, or from disease or poachers bullets. She can view new mothers enviously because of this, and being unsuccessful in her child rearing under such harsh environment and predator conditions back in her homeland. She /has/ successfully raised puppies into adulthood, and have seen them wander away to start families of their own, but has lost many as well, as well as other pack members. So when she sees soft, unmolded young ones mewling and yipping happily at their mothers teats, and growing fit and healthy, she aches for the days when she was happier, and had a litter of her own to carry and nurture. She yearns for another litter, but wonders if she is even still capable of having any more. This thought saddens her – not knowing, and she can become enclosed in on herself and morose, just adding to what seems like a very cruel, cold wolf.

Tracker can be extremely reactive when something triggers her emotions, usually aggressive in nature, though she tries very hard to keep her domineering personality in check. Especially with being yet again in a new land, with new territories. She does genuinely try to belong and be helpful, but being innately aggressive due to what shes been through, sometimes its very hard for her to rein in her thoughts and calm her inner demons.

Other than her obvious flaws in character, NightTracker is a very balanced and confident wolf. She knows her quirks and works hard to keep them in check, and tries to melt away and remain outside of large groups and heated discussions to keep her easily erupted temper in control. Shes confident in her abilities to lead, and to follow when she needs to. She knows what she is capable of, and what she is not. If the pack makes a decision about something she does not think Is feasible or possible without them getting injured, she rises up and says so, and will fight her own pack-mates, if necessary, to keep them safe.

:: H I S T O R Y ::
Pre-Group History: NightTracker's childhood was harsh and aggressive. Her Mother was fair, loving and gentle, and her Father was feared by the entire pack. He was aggressive, stern, and unyielding. He wanted his puppies and his pack to be the strongest in the new territories, and to be able and survive. NightTracker and her siblings only knew true love from their Mother Sikit, the omega in the pack, Ashes, and their uncle, Keesu. Every other wolf was a corrupted soul. The pack was run on strength and how much power you held within it. Rank was fought for constantly. They lived up in the rugged mountains of the far north, it snowed often, but the mountains weren't overly dangerous. Forests grew along their territory and far beyond. Thick trees with plenty of shelter from the heavy wind, and some protection from the harsh, long winters. You needed to be strong to survive through such cold environments. Their coats were thick, thicker than most wolves, and if her father had ever run into true Mountain line wolves, he would most certainly have coward before them.

As she and her siblings grew, they were taught to single track when they walked, less chance of stepping on something that would alert prey, and to strengthen your balance. This taught precision, and to travel rigidly yet fluidly. When you weren't active, you sat like a royal, you sat for the rank you wanted, meaning, if you fought for second in command, you sat high and mighty so everyone near and far knew that you were important. If you sat meekly, you were treated with disdain and mocked. If you sat like an omega, you were treated like an omega. If an Omega fought for a higher rank and lost, and tried to hide his loss and sit like a gamma, his ears would be bitten full of holes. Rank was your golden ticket. The lower in rank you were, the less food you got. Many wolves perished in the long winter months. NightTracker swore to herself, even though she felt humiliated when shed fail to learn what her father was teaching her, that she would succeed. She would not perish like those that came before her. She would not allow herself to die before she saw what she could accomplish.

As weeks turned to months and the spring thaw came to the hills and low mountains, the trees let loose what snow still lingered and the pack started feeding again. Time seemed to speed up once the snow was gone, and before she knew it, winter seemed back again. Months turned into years, and when NightTracker was two years old, she, and all of her siblings, had made it into young adulthood. Her parents were still alive, and a few of the others were still alive. Their pack had gone from fifteen, to seven in just two years.

Being too prideful to move lower into the valley and live a somewhat easier life, Sundar refused to listen to her siblings or herself. Her Mother had given up long ago trying to convince them to move. So, NightTracker took it upon herself to take on that first adventure. She, and her siblings Letakka, Jika and Yatos struck out on their own. Kita stayed, being brain washed and taken in to the aggressive ways of their father.

The four traveled down the mountain into the valley, and there found a pack of Timber line wolves. They were much friendlier than her birth pack, though still stand offish to outsiders. Upon requesting passage through, and to stay a few weeks to scout the nearby ranges, they agreed only if they would join them. NightTracker and her siblings joined the pack. They lived in the forests just at the base of the mountain range, and hunted the elk in the fields. This is where NightTracker found her first mate, Chaos. He was named for his chaotic mind, never knowing where he truly belonged when he was younger, much like herself, though Tracker would never shun her families tactics aloud. Sometimes Chaos seemed bitter and unsure of what to do, but he was friendly, determined and really protective of his land, his pack and of Tracker.

The siblings were happy, and the pack thrived. Scouts keeping track of the borders would return with news from the surrounding packs and their own territories from time to time, and Tracker would learn of her families fate. More dying, her Mothers health fading. Each time a scout returned with seemingly normal news, Trackers heart would hurt just a little bit more.

A year later, when shed heard news of her Mother's passing, her uncles and another pack wolf, she couldn't bare it any longer. She asked her siblings if they would join her further into the range, to find a new land for just themselves. When the siblings refused, NightTracker said her farewell to their pack-mates, and she and Chaos set off alone to wander the world.

It was mid spring and her first litter was approaching fast. They'd traveled miles together. Weeks alone, and catching what they could find, and avoiding all markers of any wolves. Heading deep into an old marked forest, NightTracker dug out a den inhabited by a badger, receiving several nasty wounds as she nestled into the dark cool earth to whelp her litter.

With four mouths to feed, being loners was hard work. They were constantly hunting so the puppies would have sufficient sustenance. NightTracker was growing thin, her mate, even more so. The puppies at least were thriving, and seemed happy. NightTracker did not want to be a parent like her father, but like her Mother. Calm, collected, and nurturing. When they were old enough to walk on their own, Tracker and Chaos were going to move them back out toward the valley. Back to the pack they'd left. She needed to look out for the health of her puppies, before herself. They needed a pack. And so, they moved. A week into the journey, Breezy became ill, as did her brother, Zing. The puppies just couldn't keep up, so NightTracker and Chaos would take turns carrying them. When they weren't getting better, they stopped traveling, and rested in a small gorge with trees on both sides with provided cover, and protection from the cool breezes that still came at night. They waited, and Chaos would leave in the mornings to hunt, not returning until nightfall. All of the puppies were eating, but Breezy and Zing weren't getting better. The next morning, they had passed. Heart broken and grief stricken, Chaos and Tracker mouthed their two remaining puppies, and moved out of the gorge back into the valley, howling for the pack.

When they got back into the territory, they noticed the scent marks were old, and no pack members were within calling distance. They were gone. Dead or moved on, they did not know, but they headed up to the den-site anyway, and took up residence. They would continue in the other direction within a few days.

Within those few days, they lost Sequoia. NightTracker kept herself from becoming emotional, but inside she was dying, bit by bit. Chaos was killing himself finding enough food for them, and Tracker knew it. They couldnt bring down large prey with just themselves being ribby and track worn, so it was constant hares and birds, and anything else they could catch. When they finally started off again, they ran into three of the valley pack, learning a bear had taken up residence close by, and was hovering too close to the den-site. Not wanting to risk anyones lives, they had moved on. Welcoming the small family back into the pack, they moved further southeast. Chaos, NightTracker and Frost thrived again, and the young white wolf grew into a young adult.

Becoming a scout, her, her mate and two others took their leave of the valley pack to patrol their new borders, when they found human encampment for the first time. It was a small country settlement, animals theyve never seen before, tall, four legged, similar shape to elk, but without the large antlers and tail longer and stringier. And to their amazement, these two legged bipeds rode on top of them! Slinking around the human camp to give themselves plenty of room, they settled in to watch them into the night. When the sun set, and they started their fire down below, Chaos grew curious.

Trotting down closer to the fire, Chaos sniffed about their clothing as they slept near their horses. And something near the fire drew his attention, food. Smoked, crisp food. NightTracker and the two scouts whined in the brush up the hill, begging for the gray wolf to come back, but his eagerness to find out what was going on kept him close. As he nosed the pan, a horse spooked and reared, waking the men. Chaos started, and as he took off at a lope, there was a sudden crack of thunder, and he fell. NightTracker and the other wolves turned and fled, to return as quickly as possible to their pack, to inform them, and to move territory yet again.

That was NightTracker's first sight of man, and the memory will forever be a charred, bitter memory.

As time passed, the black wolf grew anxious and bitter, and broke off from her pack to roam alone. No mate, no others, not carrying any puppies, she set off on her own, into the wilderness and to scratch out her own destiny.

The forest seemed to be the best suited homeland for her. She could hunt small game just for herself to survive, and she was fit and in her prime. After a year, the pang of lonliness was starting to grip her again, and she ran into another pack. It was small, 3 individuals; two females and a male. She was welcomed by the male, Atrix, but not the females. She was competition to them and she knew it. However, she never tried to fuss with them, instead, she proved her worth, and quickly rose up to be the lead bitch. Atrix noticed as well, and the following year they paired up and bred. NightTracker had two puppies, Echo and Dzur. She was happy again, and her puppies both made it to young adulthood as the winters weren't nearly as harsh in the lowland forests as it was in the higher hills and mountains. The two females never really trusted her, however, and rank squabbles were constant. Tracker held her place like a mighty queen, but the constant fighting was starting to wear on her, as her pelt continued to scar.

One night she said goodbye to her children, and her mate, and she left, always within the back of her heart, a wanderlust, to keep going. She wasnt where she was meant to be. Later on, her children split up, going their separate ways to start families of their own, and her mate, Atrix, followed her scent. A few weeks later, the two met up again in a flurry of wagging tails and happy howling. Loners again.

As she traveled, she noticed more and more traces of humans, and even more so devastating. One night while single tracking, her mate trotting along side her, the forest suddenly quieted, and the two slowed down, the atmosphere suddenly turning oppressive. Against her better judgment, NightTracker lead Atrix further up and into the higher rocks of the woods, and that is when it happened. Atrix stepped right into a trap. Crying out and tripping, the striking silver pelted wolf lay bleeding and crying. NightTracker was clueless. She had no idea what to do. Biting it didn't help, chewing the chain it was attached to was bitter and metallic, and made her shake her head vigorously. She laid with him that night, licking his wound, and the next morning she heard them. Foot steps. Heavy, not even trying to be quiet like a natural predator. As two men showed up, again with the thunder sticks, NightTracker held her grown and snarled. She wasn't about to leave another mate.

As she squared herself off in front of them as they surrounded the two wolves, she leapt up, and toward the nearest one without a gun. With quick precision, the man unsheathed his hunting knife and slashed Trackers face wide open in several places as she savagely ripped his his clothes and flesh, trying to protect her beloved.

Shots fired at her gave her no choice if she wanted to live, and she turned to flee, crying out as the dark wolf vanished within the shadows of the trees as her mate was killed.

She traveled alone for nearly 3 years after that, continuing in one direction. Passing up chance after chance of serving a pack, of joining, getting attached to anyone else. She wasn't religious, and her birth pack never taught about spirits, guides or Gods. The two packs she had stayed with believed in natural spirits, but none of that was helpful to NightTracker. That didn't keep her children alive, or her mates.

She learned, following man made camps, what they were after, fur, trophies, the thrill of the chase. Trapping. She learned to read the signs. She became a prize. She would taunt them in their sleep by howling ust outside of their guns reach. She would trot by and rustle bushes to startle their horses. She would never be caught. The black wolf with the piercing blue eyes became a needed trophy for this one group of men she terrorized. She was always one step ahead of them.

Then one day, while resting, she awoke to several large pack wolves standing around her. They made no move to attack her, but the lead female and male were silently snarling. They asked why she was there, and why she was making such a fuss over the humans. That she was endangering them, and their young pups. They gave her an ultimatum. Leave, or join them and learn how to cope alongside the men.

NightTracker refused. At first. She lingered around their borders, watching them, listening to their stories, watching the alpha female with her little ones, and that burning sensation within her started up again. That's when her envious nature emerged. Shed track along the outskirts, between watching the human camp, and the wolves who told her she was welcome if she would conform to their way of life. The black wolf would watch how the wolves interacted, and just couldn't help herself. She couldn't forget her childrens death, her mates passings. Humans were destroyers. Like the winter in the mountains. She took off one night after the pack laid to sleep, and went back to the mens settlement. She snapped at horses legs, startling them into kicking whatever lay close to them, and howled. Running back into the brush, she remembered smiling to herself of a job well done. Until the next day.

The next day when she was off hunting, she heard several cries of the men, some on horseback, some on foot, banging pots, shooting their thunder sticks. Loping toward the commotion, she returned to the pack den to warn the others only to see they had all been slaughtered. Her heart sunk. Even the puppies. What had she done? She vowed never to go near another human. Ever.

Running, she ran until she could barely breath, and her paws were bloody. She cried and heaved. And as she stopped, probably miles away, she was shot, and everything went blank.

She awoke somewhere completely different than before. The surroundings were not the same. It was a forest, but not the forest she was last in. She felt woozy, and off kilter. As she stood on not so firm legs, she shook her head and looked around. Two other wolves were within the area, seemingly just as dazed and confused. They had tags in their ears. When she shook her head, hers had been pierced also. This was strange. Strange and awkward. Apparently humans of the better variety had been looking for specimens to study, and had gotten a hold of some loners from different nearby areas, plopping them together in an expansive enclosure of several acres.

Instantly alarmed, NightTracker ran in one direction, only to find a wall there, a wall of metal, much like the trap that covered her second mates foot, but it wasn't as.. thick? She bit onto it, and it tasted the same as before. She trotted parallel to it, no matter where she walked, it was there. She was trapped. Trapped with two other strange wolves. Days later, more arrived. Learning each others names, and where they had come from, the big dark female couldn't help but feel her instincts draw her in to lead them. She became aggressive, much like her father, but was more forgiving, like her Mother. She quickly brought the bunch of loners together as a pack, and the biggest male there she took a fancy to, and proved to him she could be a fine mate and leadrene for their pack. She could find a way for them to escape their confines. She knew humans, or so she thought. She could get them out. Filling the packs mind with ideas and hope, Cipher fell for her and the following spring, she had three puppies; Fire Spirit, Midnight Ice, and Kedora.

Shortly after that the scientists studying them realized that there was extra commotion as the presence of the puppies leaving the den excited the whole pack, and decided that their two year study could end once the puppies were old enough. The wolves had become a solid pack, and could be released in the area.

Taking a section of fence away one day when the pups were 10 weeks old, NightTracker and Cipher lead the pack out and back into the wild. She had succeeded. They were free.

A growing pack of 10, including the puppies, the western distinct population segment was new to the area. Bringing in packs to relocate and bring wolves back. However, the pack noticed quickly the prey were smaller, the elk wasn't as robust, and there were more rivers and lakes. Which meant more bears. Large grizzly bears. Cipher and NightTracker sought out a safe location to start their new pack. As far as they could tell, no other scent marks of wolves were near, anywhere. So Tracker dug out a fox den near a lake, and they made that their home. A few of the wolves had spoken of their beliefs while being captive, and while NightTracker could still not allow herself to be religious at all, she allowed them to have their different faiths.

One afternoon, the pack was away hunting while Pok, the omega was watching the puppies near the lake. Trying to keep track of three unruly puppies wanting to explore was a bit of a chore, as Pok tried desperately to keep them in line. While distracted, several bear moved down to the lake to fish with their cubs. Seeing suddenly that 4 large bear were surrounding them, Pok called the cubs back, but Kedora wanted to explore these new predators. Shed never seen bear before! Pok howled, calling the pack back, and hours later, when they had returned with full bellies for the puppies, NightTracker learned of yet another puppies fate. Cipher tried consoling her, but the proud black she-wolf spurned his tries and left to bury her baby.

The next day, the pack moved.

That is when they ran into more humans. Not the same ones NightTracker had been teasing, and not the scientists. These humans were burning the forest. For what purpose she did not know. All she knew was she needed to get her pack out, and safe. She could hear barking, not unlike the vocals of a wolf, but they didnt make the same sounds. They barked, harshly and viciously, as they came through the burning brush after them. Why was all of this happening? What was going on? Why was there a war upon her family?

Running until they were exhausted, the pack turned to face the large hunting dogs, and fought to protect the two remaining puppies, and themselves.

Dogs died, and wolves died. Out of 10, 6 remained, including the puppies. She had been mauled pretty decently, so had Cipher, and one of the other adults. As they traveled, their wounds became infected, and it became harder to walk. NightTracker was stubborn, and kept herself moving. Cipher and the other wolf wasnt doing so well. The other healthy adult tried mixing herbs to dress their wounds, but Ciphers and the others were just too much. A few days later, her third mate passed on, as did the other wolf.

NightTracker struggled on, and after another week, began to heal. The other adult helped her hunt to feed the puppies, this wolf became her much beloved companion, an elder female named Shaw. She was wise, and very compassionate. She taught NightTracker and her puppies about all she knew, about herbs, the Gods she believed in, and to always have faith. Everything happened for a reason. If your alive, you have a purpose. If you die, you are reborn to fulfill another purpose. And she knew about humans. She and Tracker would talk at all hours in the night while the pups listened until they fell asleep about humanity. How most were wanting to wipe them away, like a bug stain on a dens floor. While others wanted to help them, like they had witnessed back in the cage.

From then on it was a constant flee for survival. Humans were everywhere here. The further they traveled, the more they found. More modern settlements, houses, dogs. Less traps in the woods, though. They decided to move north again, and try to get to where she originated from. Shaw was thinner than her, smaller. She wasn't a mountain wolf, nor was she a valley wolf. But she was willing to follow Tracker anywhere.

They ran into small packs of three or four every so often, and a loner here and there, but was not concerned for them. Their only concern was fleeing any presence of man. Back toward Alaska.

Months passed into years and they had finally made it somewhere seemingly safe. Climbing into the cold was not what NightTracker wanted, and Shaw was getting too old to travel too far. Settling within a valley shadowed by trees near the base of a small mountain, eventually their tails reached the ears of other wolves, and others came wanting to join them. Their little family of 4 turned into 12, and a year and a half after that, became 16 when she whelped four new puppies alongside Itola, a brilliant fiery red wolf from the valley. A born leader, NightTracker kept her family fed alongside her brute of a mate, and the ranks were stable. Soon after her babies were out of the den, Shaw left them, and passed away.

The following month, she lost two of her puppies to an unknown sickness, and nearly lost her other two. Having retained the knowledge Shaw had taught her, she saved her remaining children.

Two years later, half of her pack was taken by rabies, a disease she had never known before, or seen. Frightened for the rest of them, she and Itola lead the rest of them away, and further into the valley, where she had first been genuinely happy. Hoping to be far away from the sickness, she later saw that it had affected her beloved mate, and three others. 5 wolves now. Shed lost yet another mate. And more children. And more pack-mates. By this point, NightTracker was bitter inside. Self loathing and depressed. Why was this all happening to her? Why couldn't she be happy for longer than a year? Why were her families constantly being ripped away from her? Damn any one of their Gods. If there were Gods, why did they not spare her mates? Her children?

One day while out roaming, patrolling the borders and head hanging low, tattered ears from fight after fight in her youth, ripped where a tag once stayed, twitched, she felt a jolt in her shoulder, a familiar sting, and then a familiar darkness.

When she woke this time, there was no tag, and there were no others. She could smell them, but she could not see them. Shed been ripped away from what was left of her family yet again.

Coming around from the disorienting drug, NightTracker stood on her old legs, and belted out a song to any who were near. I am tired of being alone. And I am here, in my years of travel, of suffering. I am here.

Being placed in the midst of Onni packs territory, she could only imagine what was left to transpire, as she looked around with her old blue eyes.

Group History: Nothing Yet!

:: R E L A T I O N S H I P S ::
Mate: Chaos (deceased) Atrix (deceased) Cipher (deceased) Itola (deceased)
  Offspring:

Sire – Itola

Hathor, Obeah (deceased), Raiden (deceased), Auburn

Sire – Cipher

Fire Spirit, Midnight Ice, Kedora (deceased)

Sire – Atrix

Echo, Dzur

Sire – Chaos

Breezy (deceased), Zing (deceased), Sequoia(deceased), Kearu (deceased), Frost

Family:
      Father: Sundar
Mother: Sikit
      Siblings: Letakka, Jika, Kita, Yatos
*Other: Her family are all scattered about the territories of various states and ranges.

:: A V A I L A B I L I T Y ::
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