~Wolf Description~
His fur resembles that of his brethren, most of it snow white but had small patches of dirty fur, that had been turned a tanish color. The coat on his back was black, but bit of gray hair could be seen upon closer examination. He kept it neat and clean and it seemed to have a slight shine to it against rays of the sun. His eyes were a dark golden yellow, seeming to stare off into the distance as though visually stalking his prey. Around his left eye is a black patch of fur, giving him the appearance of having a 'Black eye'. His teeth were white but had a hint of red from the blood of a recent kill, his tongue lolling out of his mouth and to the side. His nose was black, and his snout a greyish color with bit or dirtied white fur about the side, a small pile of snow accumulated at the end of it. Some noise in the distance causes his black ears to point up, directly to the clear sky's above him, his left ear had a piece taken out of it causing it too look jagged. his black and white tail slowly leaving hair imprints in the snow as it sways back and forth. his legs were lazily left at his side, mostly buried under piles of snow.
~Past~
Never much of a social being, he kept to himself, he was naturally a shy wolf. He doesn't remember much of his childhood, he recalls his parents fighting all the time. Arguing over the littlest things, the one thing he remembers that almost ruined his child hood was his father leaving the pack. He was only a few months old, what would you do, if your father whom you loved just decided to leave? Exactly what he did, he cried. So he was forced to grow up with out a father figure around, which didn't help at all. After a few slow months, he had been learning...about the environment around him, about his pack and his family. His pack was small, but it didn't need to be much larger, it had very few rivaling packs and the pack members got along great. He was taught to hunt and fight at a late age, but it somewhat benefited him since he had time to build up his muscles and agility, it was his Grandfather that taught him. His mother becoming Ill he was tasked with fetching food and watching the other cubs in the pack, but he didn't mind he was happy as long as it helped his pack. Months past and it was fall, His favorite season, when his mother past away. He was heart broken, but he kept strong and tried to support the pack. As the seasons continued to change...fall to winter...so did he, he became mellow, but his loyalty remained the same. He was out hunting late one night, just to get a little something to sooth his hunger, when he was attacked. He wasn't sure what he was, maybe a rogue? or a bear? whatever it was, it took its toll. He woke up the next night, or so he thought, his bleeding had minimized but only because of the cold conditions, he wondered back to his packs location only to find they had moved on...without him and the recently fallen snow covered their tracks. Keeping secluded in his old den, going out now and then to gather food, he nursed himself back to good health. As winter changed to spring and summer neared he began to wonder about, looking for a pack to call 'home'. At this time in his life he was almost a one and a half years old, and thus far had found no new pack so he continued to roam about bumping into other lone wolves on his journeys, most of which weren't friendly. But eventually, as he was nearing his second birthday, he ran into a particular female, whom was a lone wolf too. So he stuck around her, figuring they could survive off each other. He mainly gathered food and protecting their dens from rogues, or scouted the area up ahead, ensuring a safe passage. Still roaming around with this female, he has no pack to call his home.

~Present~
Still strong and agile, there's only 12 days until hes two years old. His relationship with the lone female has exalted to the point in which they seem to have fallen in love, Now together in a pack, Denali, They remain with each other. Happily at that.