OOC Name: Jenn
Character Name: Terralee
Age: about 2 years
Gender: female
Spirit Animal: North American River Otter
Appearance: She is a hard, lean wolf with a sleek ebony pelt. Her left eye is a deep crimson, like that of a poppy, and her right, a bright yellow akin to the sun. Her only distinguishing marks other than her eyes are a yellowish right hindpaw, a yellowish-brown tail tip, and a scar running from her left hip down to her left hindpaw. She is about 33 inches tall at the shoulder, about 42 inches tall at her ear tips, about 120 lbs., and about 76 inches long from nose to tail.
Personality: She is intelligent and determined, never giving up. Proud and temeritous, she is always taking risks, though its all in good fun or for what she believes to be the best for her pack. She is passionate about the things she believes in and she is not one to give in quickly, nor without a fight. She is compassionate and warm-hearted, humorous and playful. She treats others of her pack as they should be treated; like family. She is stern when it is needed or gentle when required. If she were to fall in love, she would be gentle, but authoritative, letting them know where the stood. If she shared a position with another, she would be level and share the responcibilities evenly. She loves to run wild and play, but she loves swiming in the clear blue water even more. She is trustworthy, and if another wolf has a problem, she will listen and do her best to easy their mind.
History: She was born... Somewhere. She doesn't remember much. There was a small lake, dug by humans, and a false river. Her and her parents' food was brought to them already dead, though they remembered instinctively how to hunt. It was a zoo. A zoo in Mexico, to be exact. Her pare nts and she were escapees from just before the human populace was decimated. They lived in the wilds of Mexico for a while, then began heading north in search of a cooler climate. At about six months, her parents and she were ambushed by a bear. Her parents fought valianty to protect her, and her father died, and her mother was badly wounded. Her mother managed to live out only a single month more in the wild. Little Terralee was left alone in the world. Knowing by instinct that she couldn't last long, she found someone to take her in.
This someone, however, died when she turned one, and she has been alone, searching for a family to call her own, ever since.