Night Echo

[nightecho]

Name: Night Echo

Nickname:Echo

Age:1 and a half

Gender:Female

Species:wolf

Breed:timber/arctic wolf


Appearance:


Personality: ]Echo is more of a solitary wolf with her own strong opinions. She’d probably be better off as a loner or a leader of her own pack. Tending to look at things differently Echo hates to fight. Her mother had taught her that everything’s will is simply to live life to its fullest; this is what she lives by and can often be found giving thanks. Echo’s strange point of view makes her very curious; she’s great at getting in trouble because of this. She’s got a bitter hatred for sled dogs because one murdered her mother. Echo will hold long and hard grudges and isolate herself from the pack if she is upset. But she is usually good at resolving problems and has some of the craziest, yet brightest, ideas. Echo considers her self smart. Its hard to make a friendship with her because there are very few wolves she’d ever trust; but if you manage to gain her trust as long as you remain worthy she’ll be extremely loyal.

Likes: [at least 5 things]
-Watching the northern Lights
-Playing
-exploring new areas
-The night
-stalking small animals just to frighten them
-Time to think and imagine

Dislikes: [at least 5 things]
-killing innocent beings/killing for no reason
-ice
-most sled dogs and humans
-being controlled or told what to do
-snow storms



Home:goes where she likes be it someone elses territory or not

Mate:n/a

Little Ones:n/a

Father:unknown

Mother:Whispering winds *deceased*

Siblings:Moon *deceased*, nameless *stillborn*


Theme Song: Life Is Beautiful by Sixx: A.M.

History: Night Echo was born in a forest near what would be a sled camp in the winter, of course at the time her mother was unaware of this. In the late summer heat she’d been born with her sister moon and a male pup that had been stillborn. That night her father never came home from a hunting trip, leaving her mother alone with two young pups and no food. Echo grew up like every other pup learning to hunt and how to tell if something was dangerous or not. The only thing missing was pack support which would have changed Echo’s path dramatically had it been there.
That winter her small family where out hunting, with moon tagging behind they trudged through falling snow. The snow was covering up all the scents and smells in the area making it difficult. Echo still hasn’t forgotten the bone chilling click and bang with a howl of agony following shortly that occurred on the day of her sisters death. Moon had been confused with a deer her brown coat and long legs may have made it confusing for the humans. Because when they approached her body Echo could hear their strange yips and howls of joy when they’d got themselves a beautiful wolf.
Only weeks later when a sled race had begun Echo’s much loved mother was murdered by a large malamute dog who’d strayed away from his owner’s camp site. This brought Echo great sadness, and at that moment she decided that no one was worth trusting. Her mothers blood had stained the ground in front of her paws and bitter hate was boiling for the huge black and white dog. Turning tail held high she ran off before it could get her too. Since then Echo has been wandering as a lone wolf and staying where it looked safe and warm weather the area was occupied by wolves or not.

[evergreen]

LOVELY!!

Accepted!