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There is no end to how cold it is getting, and there is only more winter to come! With the cold season comes extremes of ice and snow that can be painfully sharp on the paws in the north, even for the thickest pelts. Snow has been spotted in even the southern region's woodland cliffs and marshes.
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Birthday. 29 June 1994
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Name. Abbas Donovan Fenrir
Age. 4 years, Born July
Species. British Columbian
To some, it may be considered frightening to have this wolf walking toward you. He measures 35" at the shoulder, 6'2" from snout to tail, and weighs in at a full 109 lbs of muscle. His structure is not only tall, but wide- built for power, not speed- and his easy gait demonstrates his muscular structure through his thick, short fur. When Abbas walks, he tends to move his ears about to stay aware. He doesn't push rank-suggesting stances unless it is needed in a situation, because he wasn't raised where rank was important. Though he is 3 years of age, no scars mark his pelt, but that only serves to rid one of distractions from how dark his fur is. In all, his coloring serves to make him a large, dark figure of a deep chocolate brown, which in some lights gives away its color to instead make him a black beast. However, nothing is more captivating on the large figure's form than his eyes. They are a bright, dark orange, like smoldering lights among dark embers. Persistently, they give others the impression that there is truly a fire behind those intelligent orbs, and an active imagination gives flight to many ideas of why.
When still, he holds his head high and has a steady gaze, observing the hierarchical rules of wolves only when stepping upon their territorial grounds. He does not enjoy doing so, due to his upbringing, and will sometimes ignore the rules because of pride, if he is expected to be subjected to the whims of the lowest in a pack. Despite this, he does not press his dominance upon other wolves either, aware that many opinions are often the best guide, although the fur that spikes at his shoulders may often give others the impression that he is an overbearing wolf, before finding it is just the grain of his fur.
Abbas' expression could often be described as serious. Though he does not often intend this, he was told as a pup to remain neutral in all situations until it was time to take a stance. Unfortunately, his efforts to achieve such a goal have floundered because the natural shape of his face instead makes him seem stern, when indeed he is usually being pensive. Regardless, his tendency to pause and think before speaking usually clears up this misunderstanding, and his general habit of keeping neutral eye contact in a conversation allows him to more easily be approached, once it is understood he is not a danger.
While Abbas started as a lone wolf, becoming Alpha (however much he sometimes wakes up in the morning and believes that must have all been a dream) has only served to intensify his already prominent qualities. He still looks before him as if he sees a goal right in front of him, but with the creation of Ciro, that goal is finally within reach. The wolf is steadfast, having a tenacious nature that keeps him moving in even the most trying of times, something that is intensified by the knowledge that there are other wolves counting on him to do so, and that if he falters, they will at least finish the fight that he could not. While before, running away from a conflict was an option (though, depending on the circumstances, it was often not considered), now he is more determined to stand before any trial, any fight, and never back away if someone will lose something precious to them.
Abbas enjoyed the loner's life in which he met other wolves, talked for a bit, maybe went on an adventure, and then they parted ways, possibly never to see each other again. With a pack, this is not an option, and the reality of it is slowly starting to set in. After an attack that happened on Ciro soil, the large wolf is aware now that his pack members are as much important to him as his own limbs. There is no disconnecting from this, and while it makes him nervous to have such an exposed nerve, it also serves to reinforce his will.
Although being Alpha causes his instincts to arrange his stance so that he is a dominant wolf, Abbas is not the kind of wolf to push status. He doesn't much care about being Alpha, except for when he has to make the decisions that count. This duty he takes very seriously, and sometimes that duty will extend outside his pack, if he believes a conflict will benefit from his help. Despite this, he doesn't push help on others, either, always giving an option. Because of his very mild temper, he also has a hard time arguing with other wolves- even Alphas on his own, or their territory. He doesn't carry his rank with him everywhere as a badge, so in another pack he wouldn't claim control or to have more rights, even than the lowest member, although pride would not let him submit to the lower members of a pack unless he was forced to upon pain of death.
Abbas' relationships are built on trust and respect- or the lack thereof. While wolves who are consistently kind, honest, and easy to work with will quickly gain his respect, and therefore his tolerance, wolves who are less than decent on those areas will just as quickly lose his respect. Since every wolf starts at a neutral state when they first meet him, this can be a very good, or a very bad thing for them. He will not do as a wolf says if he does not respect them, no matter what. On the other hand, he would fight for a wolf he respected fully. While Abbas has enough control not to lash out at a wolf he dislikes, he will be quick to anger, and will not hesitate against a wolf he doesn't respect, if they harmed another being, particularly one he cared about. Sometimes this system can make Abbas seem arrogant and short-tempered, he will not shake it. Even an Alpha that does not have his respect will gain nothing from Abbas. Whether it's his pride or his standards is up for debate.
The male, though he does not see this, can be a charismatic leader. While he is a thinking wolf, often pausing to consider things before giving an answer to any question, his speeches are honest, and can sometimes move wolves. Because of his honesty, and the fact that he will fight for any wolf that has not lost his respect, Abbas easily makes allies. It is his loyalty and dependability that allows him to make such strong connections, as well as his amiability. Strength and a steady effort to maintain conversation, even when he is not interested, can test his patience, but is worth it in the end. Almost every wolf he has befriended is extremely loyal. This he does not fully comprehend, but in time it may become important.
Abbas speaks of dreams as a driving force worthy of having. He believes that dreams give wolves a purpose and help to shape the world around them, as well as give them and the ones around them conviction. He believes the strongest pack is one which will fight for the dreams of their pack mates.
Despite all these good, charismatic things about Abbas, he does have shortcomings. Sometimes he can actually be arrogant and short-tempered, as well as impatient, but it usually only happens under certain circumstances. He also does not tolerate the idea of 'dogs'. He uses the term somewhat loosely, since he uses it to refer to both dogs and wolves kept under humans. He sees wolves who are or once were fed, kept, loved by, or love humans as nothing more than simple-minded, soft dogs. He will bristle more easily against what he will see as a whiny pup, no matter what the age, but still tries to hold back his aggression, often resulting in his lack of response or abandonment of these 'dogs'. Uncertainty in his relatively new position in a pack can also make him hesitate for too long, pondering what to do. He is not used to having authority, and his habits make him measure every action before picking one, sometimes making him slow in critical micro-management decisions.
As a pup, Abbas has always gotten a single impression- that he was King. Or, at least, that he was a prince. His mother told him every day, nicknaming him her 'little prince', often with a hint of sadness in her tone. And his father, though he talked much less of the past and his thoughts than Abbas' mother, acknowledged that Abbas had the qualities of a king. But, Abbas was reminded, no land has a single king, and certainly Torva was no different.
The wolf's father was seen entirely different. He was Abbas' idol in many ways, although the young wolf did not immediately recognize it, and was always observed as the ideal leader. Kai Terran Fenrir was a huge wolf, weighing 150 lbs, and was even bigger than Abbas is now. He had dark brown paws and socks, but most of the rest of him was a series of light browns. He had a spot of white on his chin, and the base of his ears were dark. Abbas' strongest memory of his father was watching him sit at the mouth of the dens, as he did it often, still and as silent as a statue, just watching.
Once the Alphas of a large pack, Abbas' mother and father had participated in a war right before Abbas' birth. They were driven from the lands, and the pack was disbanded, only a few close family members staying together. His mother considered it lucky that Abbas and his sister survived the birthing, but when Abbas' sister died as an adolescent, his mother became much quieter.
After the war, the small band left Torva, and Abbas learned how to walk very quickly, due to the nomadic nature that persisted in the band until the last one died. He enjoyed the company of his wily grandfather, whose coloring he shared, his quarrelsome uncle, his sentinel father, and his caring mother. But as they died, one by one, Abbas began to take to heart some of the things he was taught. His father, for instance, was always at the cave of the mouth, back turned to his family, so that he could face danger that came to threaten them. The whole family believed that one had as much honor as they had comrades, which had stung Kai sharply when the pack was disbanded. His mother taught him patience, and a silent will to go on. And the stories that he was told as a pup have given him a single conviction: return to Torva, and gather a band of trusted allies, of which he would protect, and who would protect him.
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