Name: Devlyn
Age: Pup
Gender:
Personality: Devlyn is the most curious pup one will ever meet; and also the most stubborn determined. If he was to be described in one word, it would be 'adventurous'. The kid never sits still and is always getting himself in some sort of life-threatening danger.
History: He was a pup in Dawn's old pack; his parents died in the fire as well.
Rank Wanted: Wherever xD
Crush: Nope
Mate: Nope
Pups: Nope
Looks:
Devlyn
fail form ^
Devlyn wobbled unexperiencly on his short, black legs, the soot and ash from the fire still coating his muzzle and settling in his lungs. He hadn't really known what was happening at the time. All of a sudden, his world had errupted in red and his mother was pushing him ahead of her vigorously. Then, after safe outside of the burning forest, when he had turned around, his mother was at an absence. Now, blind to what else to do, he was following a scent he was comfortable with; one of another wolf from his pack. He didn't know where it was taking him, but he figured this was his only choice.
Dawn narrowed her icy eyes as she approached the lake she had found that was nearby the camp, as she didn't wish to stray too far. Something didn't smell right. Another wolf perhaps? But the scent was too weak for the animal to be full grown, and yet, so familiar. Hesitantly, she filled herself with water; every so often, pausing to look around frantically. A black dot caught her eye in the distance, far to the right of where she was currently. She concluded it wasn't a rabbit, as it was too large and smelled much too different. Then, it occured to her; it was a pup, a wolf pup. As the speck came closer, she was able to detect specific markings on its chest, a white patch of fur standing against the rest. No, she wouldn't let herself believe it; what was the ods that one of the pups from her own pack had survived? Yet, she couldn't help but feel a frantic sort of hope. "Devlyn?"