Appearance: Brown and white fur, beautiful brown eyes, light red tips on her ears, blue tint to her muzzle, strong yet fluffy paws, sharp and dangerous claws, her tail is long, and fluffy, on the tip of her tail, there is a shade of baby blue, and at the tip of the baby blue, there is a tint of red on her tail.
Personality: Water is kind and caring, she loves to help people, and if she wasn't a wolf, she would make a great doctor/nurse! If she snaps, growls, or snarls at a wolf, then that wolf has clearly done something VERY wrong in her eyes/mind. She's playful, and she's serious only when at her limit, point, or if she's hunting for her pack.
History: Water's parent's names were Sea and Mike. Sea was her mother, and Mike was her father. Because Mike died when Water became exactly 7 months, Water had a huge issue in her heart. Sea didn't worry that much; she just found a new mate. Water's new father cared for her more then Mike did. John, her new father, loved her more. Her mother, Sea, died when Water became exactly 8 months and 2 weeks. Water always hid in her part of the den-and now didn't interact with the others of her pack. Staying inside all day started to worry her father. Dying when his daughter was exactly 9 months and 6 weeks, Water got tired of this. There was no one left to care for her. Rushing out of her house, Water ran and ran; all the way out of her pack's territory. She ran far, and wide, until now, when she was 5 years old, she was determined to find a new pack. Whether high or low, she tried to find a new pack to care for her. She wasn't a pup anymore; but she was sure they'd accept her in. Being a loner for so long meant that she had great hunting skills! Finding the location of the Frostwind, or the Frosters, Water begged to join. At 6, she is now one of the hunters of the pack. She gladly does her job; and more. She even gets snacks for her pack-lots of snacks.
Talents: Hunting, Surviving, Fighting.
Habits: She tends to take tiny bites of the food she brings back to her pack on the journey to find food, and back. The pack never notices-at least she thinks! When she is nervous, she sometimes slips out a small, quiet whimper. When badly hurt, she does not want to fight much more, and she starts fighting back. She promised to herself that when she dies-she'll howl and let the pack know. She told the pack this. Atleast she thinks everyone knows, but she can't be sure, can she?
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