Biography
"Leave now and we will take no further action upon you and the crimes you have committed here. The pup has been weaned now, that was the time frame we allocated for you." Falconwhirl watched her alpha male lunge at her father. She cried out and rushed forward, pleading with him to stop. Her alpha paused for a moment, only because he had taken pity on the poor pup; it wasn't her fault she was being forced to leave the pack, the blame belonged on the shoulders of her father. Falconhorn watched as the alpha male composed himself.
"Begone, now. Do not ever come back here. Is that clear?" Falconhorn whimpered a little, backing up into her sire's legs. "It's clear as day." She heard her fatherly spit sourly and then she felt his jaws clutch her by the scruff of her neck and turn tail. Falconhorn curled her tail between her legs so that it was well clear of the ground and had no risk of being trod on by her father. She was a smart little wolf pup and had been one of the most promising out of the litter from the beta female but once her pelt began to show hints of red and blacks it was then when the alpha pair and beta male became suspicious. There was only one wolf with a reddish-brown pelt and he was a omega.
Falconhorn had heard the conversation between her mother, her sire and alpha one night while the three assumed the pups to all be asleep, her ears were listening. It had been the night they had decided that Falconhorn and her sire were banished from the pack as soon as she was weaned and that had played on her mind every day until tonight. The eight weeks mark. True to his words, the alpha male had no chased the two of them out of the pack. Falconhorn wasn't sure how long her father could keep this pace up but for now she had decided to close her eyes and try for some rest. As young as she was she had already learnt much about the wider unknown through the stories from her elders and she wasn't sure what her father could do for her once they were on their own.
Eventually she must have nodded off because when she opened her eyes, she was cured into her sire's forepaws and he had nestled himself under the base of a large willow, the root system proving to make a nice shelter. "Hello sleepyhead." He cooed to her, and Falconhorn gave him some playful nips."Where are we now, dad?" She asked him, a little uncertain and she sat down to look up at him. "Somewhere far away from our former pack, that's all I know." He replied. Falconhorn thought for a minute. "Will we join a new pack? I wonder if they'll have any pups for me to play with?!" She watched her father shake his head slightly and laugh at her eagerness. "Not just yet, little one. It's only us for the time being, I want to keep you safe; how about we call ourselves the dynamic duo?" He asked her and she nodded. "I like it!" She yipped.
"So for now, until you get a little bit older and stronger, we will stay here, but you must keep quiet during the day while I am away hunting Falcon. You're an easy target to those wanting to kill for the sake of murdering something. Can you promise me you'll do that?" He asked her and Falcon agreed. "It'll be like playing hide and seek. I can stay hidden." She told him, not knowing that this would be her life for the next several months while her father would train her in the evenings after his return from a hunt. Small prey like mice and rabbits were their only source of food and sometimes if they were lucky enough, Falconhorn would catch an unsuspecting frog which hopped away from the river's edge. They were such a delicious snack!
Breeding Info
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| Personality
Falconwhirl is is domineering and adventurous. Despite having being chased from a pack where her sire was an omega who bred to the beta female, Falconwhirl's father has come out of his shell and is no longer the pushover he once was; the protection of his only remaining pup his highest concern. Having been raised by her sire, Falconwhirl has picked up some of his dominant behaviour he often displays to passing rogues and more often than not beta males who find her intriguing, are soon scared off by their inability to handle her feisty behaviour. The oddball pair make a great hunting team and have managed to survive against the discrimination and torment that is inflicted on them when they come upon a new pack and attempt to join.
Preferences
Falconwhirl prefers the company of her sire. Since they were chased from their pack, Falconwhirl's father is close to her heart and feels as though he is the only one she can trust. Anymore than a crowd of five and Falconwhirl begins to get uncomfortable and fidgety. Somewhere deep down she does wish she could easily give her trust to another pack who would accept the travelling duo because it has been a rather lonesome life with just her father and not only that, he is starting to show his age which Falconwhirl worries about.
Special Skills
Falconwhirl is quite a lot more dominant compared to other females so this in turn scares away potential friends she is trying make. Lumrey, the alpha female from The Misaki Pack hit it off from the get-go when the three wolves crossed paths late one night while Falconwhirl kept guard over her father as he quenched his thirst at the stream that ran through Lumrey's pack territory.
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