Name: Anwaraidd(If he permits, Anwar suffices)

Age: 5

Rank: Alpha

Appearance: Anwaraidd has dark grey fur with streaks of red running throughout, similar in appearance to a burnt-out fire with live embers still buried beneath the ashes. His fur looks rough, but it is almost always perfectly clean. A chip is missing from his left ear, and he has a large scar on his shoulder that shows even through his thick pelt.

Anwaraidd is much larger than most wolves, and although he's not overly bulky, he is very clearly muscular and strong. Despite his size, he moves with grace and dignity. He carries an air of authority and command, and even without his considerable size, he'd still be very intimidating.

Anwaraidd's eyes are a deep orange, almost crimson, piercing and bright. His expression is usually one of contempt, impatience, and a little bit of anger. Sympathy and understanding definitely aren't in his arsenal of expressions, nor are many others.

Personality: Anwaraidd is, in a nutshell, an Alpha. He is in charge, and he makes sure that everyone knows it. He does not tolerate disobedience; once an order is given, it had better be done, or there are consequences. He is hard on his wolves, and there is not a single member of his pack that does not fear him.

Anwaraidd is not afraid to back his orders up with force. It is not uncommon to see wounds, sometimes severe ones, on his pack members. He is used to wolves sidling away from him to get out of immediate reach, something he finds amusing. He is not kind, patient, or understanding.

Anwaraidd is a fighter; he enjoys combat, and there are few who can match is power and skill. His pack is a pack of warriors; he values combat skill above all else. He is also very clever and intelligent, crucial characteristics of an Alpha like him, although sometimes he can be blinded by bloodlust, which often results in injuries that could have been avoided.

Anwaraidd despises weakness of any form, be it age, disability, or even youth. Although he'd rather see them gone, he keeps elderly wolves around, knowing their value as the most learned and intelligent wolves in the pack. If a wolf is too severely injured to be useful, then he is alright with their deaths, as they no longer serve a purpose .He won't harm pups, no matter how small or weak they seem. He says its because the pack needs more fighters, but perhaps there is some hint of kindness in his heart...

Anwaraidd slowly crept forward, his eyes locked on his prey: a fat brown rabbit, completely unaware of the tremendous danger it was in. Anwaraidd set his paws down carefully so that they wouldn't crunch the dead pine needles beneath them and alert his prey to his presence. Once he judged he was close enough, he paused, watching. Then, he pounced, slamming the startled animal into the ground with is massive paws. The rabbit squirmed, but was unable to escape. Anwaraidd regarded it for a moment, then clamped his jaws on its spine and bit down hard. He felt its last struggles as it died, then he picked it up in his jaws and began making his way toward the clearing where he had instructed the rest of his patrol to meet him.

Anwaraidd's territory consisted of several miles worth of verdant pine forest, cut directly through the center by a river. Dozens of separate streams criss-crossed throughout the land. The terrain was smooth and even for the most part, although there were several areas where the ground was rocky and broken. As Anwaraidd walked beneath the pine boughs, golden sunlight filtered through the green canopy above, casting ghostly shadows along the ground. The air was still and heavy, a sign of rain soon to come. However, all the natural beauty was lost on Anwaraid as he caught an unfamiliar scent.

His eyes narrowed, and he followed the scent for a short distance, then paused, remembering the rabbit dangling from his jaws. He turned and ran the rest of the way to the clearing, where he spotted the four other wolves that had come out with him. When they saw him, they all hastily dipped their heads respectfully. Anwaraidd dropped the rabbit. "Take the prey back to camp," he growled. One wolf nodded and said, "Yes, Alpha!" The four wolves picked up the prey, the one picking up the rabbit looking nervous as he came close to Anwaraidd. Anwaraidd snarled at him, and he quickly ran after the others with the rabbit.

Once they were gone, Anwaraidd retraced his steps and found the scent again. It was definitely a wolf, and not one that he knew. Well, they were about to find out what happened to intruders. Anwaraidd's claws twitched in anticipation as he continued along the way. Soon, he caught the smell of deer blood as well and gave a quiet growl to himself. They'd be doubly sorry for daring to hunt on his lands...

Anwaraidd spotted the partially eaten deer carcass, then followed the scent of the intruder to the riverbank. He looked around for a moment and spotted a cave. The scent was coming from there, so he made his way over and ducked inside. He spotted the wolf immediately. It was darker in the cave, so he couldn't tell what they looked like. It was asleep, but not for long. Anwaraidd crept forward until he was standing right next to them. He waited for a moment, then quickly placed a heavy paw down on the back of their neck, pinning them in place. "What are you doing on my territory?" He snarled, deliberately putting as much fury into his voice as he could and digging his claws into their skin.