Name: Valeria


Nickname(s): Val, Ria


Age: 3 years


Gender: Female



Rank: Hunter



Species: Baffin Island Wolf


Pack: Frostwind


Appearance: Valeria has light grey fur almost all over. Her ear tips, tail tip, paws, and the diamond marking on her forehead are all coal black. Her eyes are a bright, sparkling amber. Her nails are white. Shes roughly two feet and weighs 28 pounds. Her legs are long, making her very graceful and fast.


Personality:
Valeria is a headstrong wolf with a heart of gold. She's very fiery, prideful, and stubborn on even her best days, sometimes even looses her temper. However, she would do anything to protect those she loves, even at risk of her own life. She's a very kindhearted, loving wolf. She tries not to fight, but doesn't hold back if she absolutely has to. She is firm on doing what she believes to be right and doesn't always take orders very well. When asked about her past, she usually shuts down. She'll give bare-minimum information, but gets shaky when talking about even that. It'll take a special wolf to get her to open up.


History: The young Baffin Island wolf had a hard life. Her mother had gotten sick during her pregnancy, and she wasn't recovering. After her pups were born, two of the three fell ill as well. They were almost constantly traveling as soon as the pups were able, though the pups didn't know that their mother was trying to find them a place to be raised. One day, when Valeria was only two months old, mother wouldn't get up. Her breathing was labored and fear-scent radiated from her coal black pelt. Valeria couldn't understand that it wasn't right for her mothers bones to jut out, and her fur shouldn't have been ragged and matted. Valeria's sister had stopped breathing first, and their mother could do nothing but cry and hold her two sick babies as the male died not long after. Heartbroken and too weak to move, their mother groomed Valeria till she fell asleep. When she woke up, her mother was cold and not breathing. All the poor pup could do was cry, she couldn't survive on her own. Luckily for her, a lone vixen named Ruso had followed the scent of death right to Valeria. She took the pup in as her own, feeling bad for the poor thing, and raised her. The aged vixen tried teaching her about healing herbs, but Valeria was a natural-born hunter and only half payed attention. She was quite happy with her life and her adoptive mother for the next two years.... Until some rouges came by. They were frail and weak, starving in the middle of a harsh Winter, but surely desperation would make their teeth and claws much sharper. They insisted on taking the scrawny doe Valeria had caught for Ruso. When Ruso and Valeria refused, the rouges attacked. Outnumbered four to two, the rouges had no problem overpowering the young wolf and the old vixen. They took the doe, and left Valeria with a fatally wounded Ruso. In their last moments together, Ruso made sure to insist Valeria went and found a group. Valeria stayed curled around the vixen she called her mother, grooming her until her eyes closed for the last time. Once she buried her, Valeria set off to follow Ruso's final wishes for her daughter- To find a group to join. After another year of traveling and surviving, joining and leaving various packs, she found a place she could live happily in.


Talents: Hunting, herbal knowledge, swimming


Habits: Wandering off, zoning out, chewing paws


Sexuality: Bisexual- Leans more towards straight

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Where did you hear about Wolf Valley?: Googled Wolf Roleplay sites