Biography
Cold rain smacks my face, my mentor keeps glaring at me through the thickening fog. Our paws make no sound as we approach our target, a pregnant alpha female. I don't question why any of the targets need to be killed anymore. The target's den smells like blood and milk. Creeping in, I see her, lying exhausted with one pup, the rest didnt seem to make it. My mentor made swift work of her. Then he chuckled looking at the pup and said, "this reminds me of when I found you". I look at him emotionless and unblinking, and then turn to look at the pup; while saying, "our job here is complete, grab the surviving pup and lets go". TO BE CONTINUED
Breeding Info
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| Personality
Puts up a cold emotionless mask
Alone she is free to be her self
Preferences
The silence in early morning right as the sun crests the mountains peaks, and the spring rains that fall over the moors of her home.
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Breeding = 300mush
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PUPS FOR:
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Special Skills
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Winter 
Day Weather: 
Blizzard
