The Mahali Pack make their home in a deep valley with smooth, rolling hills.
[Members of the Mahali Pack]
ALPHESS ALIZE
Alize is 4 human years old. She is a Eurasian Wolf and has gray-brown fur with white accents. Her eyes are brown. She is 5' in length and 3' in height.
She is motherly and very protective. She is tough, but has a soft spot for pups, though she has none of her own. She hopes she can one day adopt, or have pups of her own. She tends to move her head around a lot while she talks and pads at the ground when nervous.
She is Alphess of the Mahali pack. She loves her pack very much, and is willing to do almost anything to protect it.
She is motherly and very protective. She is tough, but has a soft spot for pups, though she has none of her own. She hopes she can one day adopt, or have pups of her own. She tends to move her head around a lot while she talks and pads at the ground when nervous.
She is Alphess of the Mahali pack. She loves her pack very much, and is willing to do almost anything to protect it.
SOLDIER TOURMA
Tourma, (Full name Tourmaline), is a Two-and-a-half year old, 3 Feet Tall, 5.2 Feet Long, Female Hudson Bay/Tibetan Wolf mix. Her fur is varying shades of gray, with some reddish brown lining her ears and back, accentuating her gray eyes. Tourma is very social, making friends wherever she goes. She also is a hopeless romantic, dreaming of the day when she finds her mate and settles down, giving birth to the future of her species. She takes duties very seriously, however, despite her seemingly childlike tendencies of enjoying sunny days, flowers, attacking falling leaves, and other mannerisms of the sort. Tourma is a soldier.
HUNTER HARLOW
Harlow is a hunter of the Mahali pack. He is a Eurasian wolf with a rather tall build, having a height of 3.5 feet and a length of 6 feet. Harlow is also thinner for his size, weighing roughly 150 pounds in total. He sports a dusty gray pelt with streaks of dark gray and red hues down his sides. Harlow's ears and muzzle are a honey color, the same color that frames his eyes and white underbelly. Thin bands of black fur reach across his fluffy chest, complementing his ambery-brown eyes. Aside from his handsome coat, Harlow has the heart and personality of a pup. When he is scolded, he will try harder for approval. When he is praised, Harlow's tail will wag in pleasure and he will proudly show it. The brute also loves to play when he is not hunting, and he will play with anybody. This personality does not exactly fit his age, which is three and a half years, but Harlow is the best playmate, even for an adult wolf. Even if he has a youthful personality, Harlow has made some tough decisions in his lifetime, some of which he will never forget.
"Are you sure you want to do this, little one?" Harlow's elderly mother, Renee, asked him. "It will be a rather long and difficult journey."
Harlow nodded. He was only a year and a half old, just barely an adult.
"Mama, I will find a pack! I will come back for you and your babies! We may all live together in beautiful shelter with endless room to run and play, with so much prey we will be fat and strong, with so much-"
Renee headbutted him with all her strength, which was not much.
"Do not worry about returning for my babies and I, mijo," she said weakly, "we will take care of ourselves."
Renee was sheltering Harlow from the fact that she would likely die giving birth.
Harlow sighed and rolled in the dirt playfully, springing back to his feet.
"Mama, no you will not! Papa has passed, and I must leave- I will return for you, mama. I will always return." He met her tired gray gaze with his energetic brown one.
Renee sighed, giving in but not allowing her son to see her sorrow at what he would discover once he returned.
"Alright, mijo. But before you return, you must have a family and a mate who loves you, and you must have a solid life, you mustn't let tragedy get you down-"
"Alright, mama! I understand!"
Harlow leaned in, resting his head on his mother's shoulder, and her his.
"See you, mama," Harlow said to her, nuzzling her forehead before turning to the valley behind him and trotting in without hesitation.
"Goddbye, mijo," Renee whispered as he left.
"Remember me."
"Are you sure you want to do this, little one?" Harlow's elderly mother, Renee, asked him. "It will be a rather long and difficult journey."
Harlow nodded. He was only a year and a half old, just barely an adult.
"Mama, I will find a pack! I will come back for you and your babies! We may all live together in beautiful shelter with endless room to run and play, with so much prey we will be fat and strong, with so much-"
Renee headbutted him with all her strength, which was not much.
"Do not worry about returning for my babies and I, mijo," she said weakly, "we will take care of ourselves."
Renee was sheltering Harlow from the fact that she would likely die giving birth.
Harlow sighed and rolled in the dirt playfully, springing back to his feet.
"Mama, no you will not! Papa has passed, and I must leave- I will return for you, mama. I will always return." He met her tired gray gaze with his energetic brown one.
Renee sighed, giving in but not allowing her son to see her sorrow at what he would discover once he returned.
"Alright, mijo. But before you return, you must have a family and a mate who loves you, and you must have a solid life, you mustn't let tragedy get you down-"
"Alright, mama! I understand!"
Harlow leaned in, resting his head on his mother's shoulder, and her his.
"See you, mama," Harlow said to her, nuzzling her forehead before turning to the valley behind him and trotting in without hesitation.
"Goddbye, mijo," Renee whispered as he left.
"Remember me."
HUNTRESS BREEZE
Breeze is a lengthy sized wolf. She is 2 years of age, being 120 pounds, along as 3’3” in height from toe to shoulder and 5’4" feet long from nose to tail tip. Breeze can sometimes be cute and cuddly as a Mackenzie River wolf. She has brown eyes, and her gender is female. She has the status of a Hunter.
Being rather naturally talented at hunting, Breeze was never the fighting type. Seeing others suffer from her own paws was never going to be her thing, even if it was for the good of her pack. She will always stay loyal to the Mahali pack. Saying that much, there is to mention that she is quite the sheep. Breeze does what she is told and ordered, and what everyone else seems to be doing. Any choices she makes by herself is probably when she can’t ask someone right around the corner for what she should do.
Naturally talented at hunting means that she is quiet and cautious. When hunting she is on point and ready to pounce. Her fur usually sticks up and out when she’s ready to go for her leap. Although she may be cautious, that doesn’t mean she can’t have room for curiosity. Sometimes she may sniff a flower that looks like it has a nice scent, or sniff the water drips on the blades of grass, or something similar. When she is nervous she likes to take a stroll out somewhere in the open fields where she can see and hear everything. That’s of course when she’s on break.
Breeze is kind on the outside, but somewhat glum on the inside. Her parents had gone missing as a young pup, and she had never had memories of them. Maybe some here and there, but they would be very vague and blurry. She hopes to one day find them if it is possible.
Breeze was tackling a loose blade of grass nearby her den when she heard someone enter. She would swivel her head over to see who it was.
“Ah, there you are, Breeze,” her mother’s soothing voice cooed. Her footsteps padded closer. “You know, unlike most pups, you actually do as you’re told!”
Breeze smiled and barked, “Ya!” She was a little bit of a late bloomer with speech, but she was getting there.
“Well, honey, your father and I have to go hunting. The storms are rolling in! We should get some extra food while we still can,” her mother informed. Her mother’s head ducked down to nudge Breeze comfortingly and added, “We’ll be back before you know it.”
Breeze smiled to this as her mother padded up and out of the den. Her scent still remained, and it comforted Breeze. She yawned, and decided to stretch and go to sleep with this scent around her lips still fresh. Her stomach growled for food, but she knew that her parents would be back before she knew it.
Or so she thought.
Being rather naturally talented at hunting, Breeze was never the fighting type. Seeing others suffer from her own paws was never going to be her thing, even if it was for the good of her pack. She will always stay loyal to the Mahali pack. Saying that much, there is to mention that she is quite the sheep. Breeze does what she is told and ordered, and what everyone else seems to be doing. Any choices she makes by herself is probably when she can’t ask someone right around the corner for what she should do.
Naturally talented at hunting means that she is quiet and cautious. When hunting she is on point and ready to pounce. Her fur usually sticks up and out when she’s ready to go for her leap. Although she may be cautious, that doesn’t mean she can’t have room for curiosity. Sometimes she may sniff a flower that looks like it has a nice scent, or sniff the water drips on the blades of grass, or something similar. When she is nervous she likes to take a stroll out somewhere in the open fields where she can see and hear everything. That’s of course when she’s on break.
Breeze is kind on the outside, but somewhat glum on the inside. Her parents had gone missing as a young pup, and she had never had memories of them. Maybe some here and there, but they would be very vague and blurry. She hopes to one day find them if it is possible.
Breeze was tackling a loose blade of grass nearby her den when she heard someone enter. She would swivel her head over to see who it was.
“Ah, there you are, Breeze,” her mother’s soothing voice cooed. Her footsteps padded closer. “You know, unlike most pups, you actually do as you’re told!”
Breeze smiled and barked, “Ya!” She was a little bit of a late bloomer with speech, but she was getting there.
“Well, honey, your father and I have to go hunting. The storms are rolling in! We should get some extra food while we still can,” her mother informed. Her mother’s head ducked down to nudge Breeze comfortingly and added, “We’ll be back before you know it.”
Breeze smiled to this as her mother padded up and out of the den. Her scent still remained, and it comforted Breeze. She yawned, and decided to stretch and go to sleep with this scent around her lips still fresh. Her stomach growled for food, but she knew that her parents would be back before she knew it.
Or so she thought.
HUNTER XONGILE
Xongile, (pronounced like sh-on-gee-lay), is a male wolf with plenty of mystery surrounding his name. He is a tundra wolf whose pelt ranges in tones from light and dark grays and pale browns. his eyes are a slate in color, though they almost look light blue due to the dark contrasting shades of his fur. He is Rather lean as far as muscle structure goes, despite this, he is roughly 6'4 in length from nose to tail, and approximately 3'3 up to shoulder length. The lean build he has developed makes him a stealthy hunter, and quiet on his feet. These measurements are rather large for only being 3.5 years old and of his subspecies. As for his mannerisms, he tends to get along fairly well with pack members, despite having quite a temper. He has little to no patience and at times can be very passive-aggressive. Other than this, he is quiet and chooses his words wisely, he speaks like a leader, yet has no plans of becoming alpha or beta. One of the positions he would like most is Hunting Lead, as he often rationalizes most everything and keeps tabs on important details regarding seasons. In total, he is a wolf of many ideas and would be quite an addition to the Mahali Pack.
He grew up as a wanderer, abandoned due to lack of food at roughly a year old, far from any kind of pack life,he learned the basics of survival as he spent more time alone, perfecting his methods over time and instincts. He learned how to hunt, track, and defend over the rough year he spent alone. wandering far out of his normal territory in hopes of finding some kind of herd, he found a small clan of wolves. This was viewed as unknown to him, yet he cautiously approached and tried to be passive towards them, maybe to get accepted, maybe to benefit from them. After a few months of work and hunting for the pack, he was accepted in. To this day he seeks to improve and help his new pack.
He grew up as a wanderer, abandoned due to lack of food at roughly a year old, far from any kind of pack life,he learned the basics of survival as he spent more time alone, perfecting his methods over time and instincts. He learned how to hunt, track, and defend over the rough year he spent alone. wandering far out of his normal territory in hopes of finding some kind of herd, he found a small clan of wolves. This was viewed as unknown to him, yet he cautiously approached and tried to be passive towards them, maybe to get accepted, maybe to benefit from them. After a few months of work and hunting for the pack, he was accepted in. To this day he seeks to improve and help his new pack.