Name: Aelin
Gender: female
Species: wolf
Age: 3
Sexuality: Straight
Mate/ crush: None
Personality:
Aelin is an outgoing and bold wolf. She is not one to shy from a challenge and enjoys pushing herself to try new things. She is fiercely loyal to those she loves and trusts, but gaining her trust is no easy feat. She is a rather independant wolf and will get on with hunting and patrols on her own, but she has no issue working as part of a team with others when she needs to.
Description:
Her thick pelt is a ruddy red-brown colour, similar to mud. Her tail is tipped with black along with her ear tips and a solid blaze up her muzzle. Her paws and lower legs are a paler grey. This paler colour also accents her underbelly, inner ears and her lower jaw.
Aelin has a couple of small scars on her body, hidden underneath her thick pelt. She recieved them all from hunting where a buck or fox had fought back and caught her every so often but none of her injuries have been severe yet. She has come close to being injured once, when a large stag returned to the hunting group as they bought down a weaker doe and it attacked. Aelin narrowly missed the charging stag, its antlers grazing her sides, leaving shallow thin scars down her left flank.
She has warm honey brown eyes but they can quickly turn cold when angered.
Likes: Running, pheasant meat, a cosy den.
Dislikes: Swimming, mud, rude wolves.
Strenghts: Stamina
Weaknesses: Strength
Family: Cerridwen (sister)
Backstory:
Aelin lives with her sister in the heart of a dense forest on a large island. Her territory is rather small and lies right on the border of a pack. Her parents were killed by vicious rogue wolves when she was only 2. She fled, taking her younger sister with her until they stumbled across the pack they live next to now. They were fed by sympathetic mother wolves but were never allowed into the territory under the alpha's rules.
She had been determined to survive, learning to hunt and pounce until she could successfully catch smaller prey to feed herself and her sibling. Her first attempt at a den had been a bit of a disaster, but she eventually dug one out without the roof caving in or the ground flooding with water. Now she and her sister have a cosy den lined with the feathers and soft pelts of the prey they have killed.
Art:
Spring Month: 2 
Night 
Fog Moon: 
