«{~:-HOUSE OF WOLVES-:~}» A Dog Role Play

[PeepersMama]

*skates in the door with a thicc can of tea* oh yeah y'all let's go

 

[PeepersMama]

Name: Iscariot
Age: approx 80 moons/ 7 years
Rank: Paragon
Gender: Male
Personality: Manipulative, an easy liar, sharp-tongued and quick-witted, enjoys a good monologue every now and again; the level of influence his words hold over the packs bring him endless joy; very keen on keeping himself in a position of power;
Breed/species: Melanistic coyote
Description: Scruffy black fur, tinged lightly with gold on his chest, scruff, and tail; pale yellow eyes. He’s quite shiny, and not lean in the slightest, being the spoiled Paragon and all.
(Art by my favorite rapscallion @Flufferes)

and also these


History: He fled the small pack he was born into after failing to kill their leader in a takeover attempt. When he found the committee, he thrived, and when the time came, manipulated the pecking order until he came out as the paragon. Lies are no stranger to Iscariot’s tongue. What a coyote lacks in size against dogs and wolves, he must make up for in brains. He grew an intimate knowledge of the expectations of the mediator between wolf and dog, fulfilling them expertly. Deep in his heart, he despises the way the dogs view him so highly, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Pack: Paragon
Mate/Crush: Dead
Offspring: owo
Parents: existent
Siblings: none
Song associated*: Saint Bernard, by Lincoln (also We’re the Rats)
Other: he's literally Reed I'm not even gonna pretend
Username: PeepersMama

 

[PeepersMama]

Name: Mila
Age: 48 moons/ 4 years
Rank: Hunter
Gender: Female
Personality: Extroverted, eager, bouncy, full of hope; whatever “dark side” she may have presents itself in her hunting instinct - she is always quick to track and kill prey; takes their religion very seriously, and wants other outside dogs to join their cause in protecting the land for the wolves
Breed/species: Irish setter
Description: Long red fur, curly around her ears and neck, with a dash of white on her chest; brown eyes

you can ignore the flower crown if you want but I love it so yeah
History: Born and raised in Canis
Pack: Canis
Mate/Crush: Open
Offspring: None
Parents: Existent
Siblings: None
Song associated: Kalmia Kid, by Chloe Moriondo
Other: Enter ~ my hippie side
Username: PeepersMama

 

[PeepersMama]

Name: Hailstone
Age: 40 moons
Rank: Guardian
Gender: Male
Personality: Calculating, smart, weirds everyone out with his seemingly dark way of thinking; doesn’t like to mess around being “politically correct”; easily frustrated by those who think with their feelings, but wishes he could read into emotions more; minimal self-preservation instincts, tends to rush into battles/dangerous situations without hesitating
Breed/species: Australian shepherd
Description: Black tri; narrow white blaze, white down his chest, forelegs, belly, and on the end of his tail; brown on his paws and under his chin; blue eyes

History: Just after he graduated into being a guardian, a patrol he was on got into a particularly bloody border dispute. He injured a lupus dog so badly that it had to be dragged home, which both horrified and unnerved his pack mates. The entire pack, unanimously and nonverbally, demoted him to *almost* an Omega - they only show him the bare minimum respect a guardian receives normally. He became a sort of outcast within his own pack; while he longs to be accepted by them again, he sees no need to hide his mindset that the quickest means to an end is the right one.
Pack: Canis
Mate/Crush: Open (I want to see how he develops)
Offspring: None
Parents: Existent
Siblings: None
Song associated: Hot Blood, by Kaleo
Other:
Username: PeepersMama

 

[PeepersMama]

Name: Wraith
Age: 22 moons
Rank: Hunter
Gender: Female
Personality: She is a demonic ginger when it comes to fighting, whether she's trying to bring down a deer or defending territory. She tends to fight dirty. She has a violent temper that she struggles to control, often resulting in her avoiding interaction at all costs. In the shadows, she is an agressively supportive friend, who pushes those who let her to excel. Unlike some, Wraith believes deeply in the wolves, and spends extra time training herself to hunt and fight like them. In her eyes, they are holy to the utmost, and she often speaks of them with a trance-like awe.
Breed/species: Finnish spitz
Description: Red-orange fur, with gold highlights in places where the fur is longer. Like takis. Dark brown eyes.

History: Came to Lupus as an adolescent who ran from her human owners. She said she had always felt pulled away from her human owners, drawn to the howling of the dogs and the screams and yips of coyotes. Led by the light of a full moon, she crossed the road and sought out Lupus. She found a place in their ranks seemingly overnight - she fit in almost disturbingly well.
Pack: Lupus
Mate/Crush: None
Offspring: None
Parents: Existent
Siblings: None
Song associated: Arsonist's Lullaby, by Hozier
Other: Her enemies call her Red Wraith (@ her future enemies)
Username: PeepersMama

 

[PeepersMama]

Name: Cody
Age: 55 moons
Rank: Pup healer
Gender: Female

Personality: Attentive, quiet, strategic; simultaneously sharp-tongued and soft-spoken with her young charges; has very little tolerance for lies and excuses, always seeking for the barest form of the truth. Cody is everyones mom-friend (though no one would ever think to call her that), encouraging those at their weakest to keep going, and offering an ear to those who need to talk. Her hatred of small talk and love of listening has lead her to a more intimate knowlege of the pack's inner workings - she sees the motives and ambitions of the unseen.

Breed/species: White german shepherd mix

Description: Very wolf-life build, due to her Shepherd heratige, long legs, pointed ears and nose, stiff and straight tail; off-white pelt with some faint black speckles around her paws; bright yellow eyes

History: When Cody was a young pup, she witnessed the death of a dog who had eaten moonseed, an incredibly toxic plant. The rapid onset of sickness, convulsions, and death, fascinated her, and she began to pay close attention to different kinds of plants. What began as a sick fascination with poison ended abruptly when her best friend accidentally ate arrowgrass and died; Cody had been familiar with the plant, but not enough to know how deadly it was. Blaming herself for her friend's death, she sought the role of healer novitiate. A couple years later, she was made the Lupus pup healer, and became brutally dedicated to protecting pups (and those with the mindset of pups) from unnecessary death.

Pack: Lupus
Mate/Crush: Open
Offspring: None
Parents: Dead
Siblings: None
Song associated: The Angel of Small Death and Codeine, by Hozier
Other: I love her
Username: PeepersMama

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

I want to join but at the same time not sure if I will have time considering we are moving soon. But seriously looks like a totally awesome RP and clearly a lot of effort has gone into making it so I applaud ur hard work.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Name: Chester
Age: 2 years (24 moons)
Rank: Hunter
Gender: Male
Personality: Extremely loyal, but also extremely slow to trust. Fun-loving and friendly, can be a bit too much sometimes. However, he’ll always be there for his friends if they need him, but when his friends try to return the favor, he refuses to discuss his own sadness. Not easily frightened, and is sometimes disciplined by his superiors for being brash.
Breed/species: A mutt with mostly husky and Pitbull in him.

(not my picture)
He looks basically like the picture but with amber eyes and slightly longer fur around his neck and tail. He has a pretty slim, athletic frame, and is a fair fighter, but isn’t big or bulky enough to be better than that. If he had to enforce his rank, he would probably be about in the middle or lower.
History: Chester and his brother, Hawk, grew up loved by two young children. His litter was born by accident but was not necessarily a surprise- just another mistake by an irresponsible human. When they got bigger and started to eat more, one of the adult humans grabbed them and drove them away, where they were promptly dumped, like so many others. They had ended up at a decrepit parking lot that housed a scattering of other feral dogs. For the first time, Chester was torn from the ones he loved; his parents and the children who had cared for him. It was horrible, especially as he was so young, but he tried to be optimistic for his brother. They were occasionally fed by humans, but even so, the competition was fierce. The fighting and bullying was hard for the young dogs, but they managed. Chester vowed to himself that he would never join a pack that was anything like this one.
One day, a teenage human and her mother came across Chester while he was alone. He still trusted humans, despite his earlier experience with them, and approached them willingly. He was surprised when the younger human opened her door and urged him in. In a single moment of impulsiveness, he leapt into the car. Only as the door shut did he realize his mistake. He had left Hawk. He would never see his brother again.
What he had done tormented him, but Chester still tried to be friendly with his new owners. He grew inseparable from the girl, but she was often busy and didn’t seem have as much time for him as he would’ve liked.
Then, one day, he was taken away from his loved ones, for the third time in his short life. Put in a car, driven for what seemed like years, but was really only days. Finally, they arrived in the middle of nowhere. He was handed over to a human that seemed nice enough, but he wasn’t Chester’s human. So Chester ran. He leapt over a fence after a few unsupervised moments in the backyard and ran without a backwards glance. But he only got deeper into the wilderness.
A day came, at the beginning of winter, as prey grew scarcer and he just couldn’t seem to get warm at night, when Chester encountered other dogs. He was wary, and distrustful, for anyone he had ever let himself grow to love had been taken from him. But these dogs were friendly, and he soon relaxed in their company. He tried to stop thinking about his past. And it worked. Or, at least he thought it did. But you can’t push away your sadness forever.
Pack: Canis
Mate/Crush: None at the moment
Offspring: Nope
Parents: Somewhere
Siblings: Hawk (dead or just hanging out in a parking lot somewhere)
Song associated: I’m not very good at connecting songs to characters, so I’m just gonna leave these blank.
Other: I didn’t expect his history to be this long... and I’m kinda unsure if I should change his age, but whatever.
Username: RoostersAreAwesome

 

[Flufferes]

I gotta applaud y’all on the effort that was put into this. I honestly haven’t seen an RP as thought out and organized as this one in years, literally. If I wasn’t enrolled in my summer courses I would have definitely joined. Can’t wait to see where this RP goes.

Name: Iscariot
Age: approx 80 moons/ 7 years
Rank: Paragon
Gender: Male
Personality: Manipulative, an easy liar, sharp-tongued and quick-witted, enjoys a good monologue every now and again; the level of influence his words hold over the packs bring him endless joy; very keen on keeping himself in a position of power;
Breed/species: Melanistic coyote
Description: Scruffy black fur, tinged lightly with gold on his chest, scruff, and tail; pale yellow eyes. He’s quite shiny, and not lean in the slightest, being the spoiled Paragon and all.
(Art by my favorite rapscallion @Flufferes)
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and also these
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History: He fled the small pack he was born into after failing to kill their leader in a takeover attempt. When he found the committee, he thrived, and when the time came, manipulated the pecking order until he came out as the paragon. Lies are no stranger to Iscariot’s tongue. What a coyote lacks in size against dogs and wolves, he must make up for in brains. He grew an intimate knowledge of the expectations of the mediator between wolf and dog, fulfilling them expertly. Deep in his heart, he despises the way the dogs view him so highly, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Pack: Paragon
Mate/Crush: Dead
Offspring: owo
Parents: existent
Siblings: none
Song associated*: Saint Bernard, by Lincoln (also We’re the Rats)
Other: he's literally Reed I'm not even gonna pretend
Username: PeepersMama

Name: Mila
Age: 48 moons/ 4 years
Rank: Hunter
Gender: Female
Personality: Extroverted, eager, bouncy, full of hope; whatever “dark side” she may have presents itself in her hunting instinct - she is always quick to track and kill prey; takes their religion very seriously, and wants other outside dogs to join their cause in protecting the land for the wolves
Breed/species: Irish setter
Description: Long red fur, curly around her ears and neck, with a dash of white on her chest; brown eyes
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you can ignore the flower crown if you want but I love it so yeah
History: Born and raised in Canis
Pack: Canis
Mate/Crush: Open
Offspring: None
Parents: Existent
Siblings: None
Song associated: Kalmia Kid, by Chloe Moriondo
Other: Enter ~ my hippie side
Username: PeepersMama

Name: Hailstone
Age: 40 moons
Rank: Guardian
Gender: Male
Personality: Calculating, smart, weirds everyone out with his seemingly dark way of thinking; doesn’t like to mess around being “politically correct”; easily frustrated by those who think with their feelings, but wishes he could read into emotions more; minimal self-preservation instincts, tends to rush into battles/dangerous situations without hesitating
Breed/species: Australian shepherd
Description: Black tri; narrow white blaze, white down his chest, forelegs, belly, and on the end of his tail; brown on his paws and under his chin; blue eyes
View attachment 2202128
History: Just after he graduated into being a guardian, a patrol he was on got into a particularly bloody border dispute. He injured a lupus dog so badly that it had to be dragged home, which both horrified and unnerved his pack mates. The entire pack, unanimously and nonverbally, demoted him to *almost* an Omega - they only show him the bare minimum respect a guardian receives normally. He became a sort of outcast within his own pack; while he longs to be accepted by them again, he sees no need to hide his mindset that the quickest means to an end is the right one.
Pack: Canis
Mate/Crush: Open (I want to see how he develops)
Offspring: None
Parents: Existent
Siblings: None
Song associated: Hot Blood, by Kaleo
Other:
Username: PeepersMama

Name: Wraith
Age: 19 moons
Rank: Hunter
Gender: Female
Personality: She is a demonic ginger when it comes to fighting, whether she's trying to bring down a deer or defending territory. She tends to fight dirty. She has a violent temper that she struggles to control, often resulting in her avoiding interaction at all costs. In the shadows, she is an agressively supportive friend, who pushes those who let her to excel. Unlike some, Wraith believes deeply in the wolves, and spends extra time training herself to hunt and fight like them. In her eyes, they are holy to the utmost, and she often speaks of them with a trance-like awe.
Breed/species: Finnish spitz
Description: Red-orange fur, with gold highlights in places where the fur is longer. Like takis. Dark brown eyes.
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History: Came to Lupus as an adolescent who ran from her human owners. She said she had always felt pulled away from her human owners, drawn to the howling of the dogs and the screams and yips of coyotes. Led by the light of a full moon, she crossed the road and sought out Lupus. She found a place in their ranks seemingly overnight - she fit in almost disturbingly well.
Pack: Lupus
Mate/Crush: None
Offspring: None
Parents: Existent
Siblings: None
Song associated: Arsonist's Lullaby, by Hozier
Other: Her enemies call her Red Wraith (@ her future enemies)
Username: PeepersMama

Name: Cody
Age: 55 moons
Rank: Pup healer
Gender: Female

Personality: Attentive, quiet, strategic; simultaneously sharp-tongued and soft-spoken with her young charges; has very little tolerance for lies and excuses, always seeking for the barest form of the truth. Cody is everyones mom-friend (though no one would ever think to call her that), encouraging those at their weakest to keep going, and offering an ear to those who need to talk. Her hatred of small talk and love of listening has lead her to a more intimate knowlege of the pack's inner workings - she sees the motives and ambitions of the unseen.

Breed/species: White german shepherd mix

Description: Very wolf-life build, due to her Shepherd heratige, long legs, pointed ears and nose, stiff and straight tail; off-white pelt with some faint black speckles around her paws; bright yellow eyes
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History: When Cody was a young pup, she witnessed the death of a dog who had eaten moonseed, an incredibly toxic plant. The rapid onset of sickness, convulsions, and death, fascinated her, and she began to pay close attention to different kinds of plants. What began as a sick fascination with poison ended abruptly when her best friend accidentally ate arrowgrass and died; Cody had been familiar with the plant, but not enough to know how deadly it was. Blaming herself for her friend's death, she sought the role of healer novitiate. A couple years later, she was made the Lupus pup healer, and became brutally dedicated to protecting pups (and those with the mindset of pups) from unnecessary death.

Pack: Lupus
Mate/Crush: Open
Offspring: None
Parents: Dead
Siblings: None
Song associated: The Angel of Small Death and Codeine, by Hozier
Other: I love her
Username: PeepersMama

i failed i never fixed the brisket fur
accEpted except theres one thing
the beloved taki of the hour is just one moon below minimum graduating age
so technically she would be a guardian novitiate rn

I want to join but at the same time not sure if I will have time considering we are moving soon. But seriously looks like a totally awesome RP and clearly a lot of effort has gone into making it so I applaud ur hard work.

aw i understand ✌ thank u :3

Name: Chester
Age: 2 years (24 moons)
Rank: Hunter
Gender: Male
Personality: Extremely loyal, but also extremely slow to trust. Fun-loving and friendly, can be a bit too much sometimes. However, he’ll always be there for his friends if they need him, but when his friends try to return the favor, he refuses to discuss his own sadness. Not easily frightened, and is sometimes disciplined by his superiors for being brash.
Breed/species: A mutt with mostly husky and Pitbull in him.
View attachment 2202047
(not my picture)
He looks basically like the picture but with amber eyes and slightly longer fur around his neck and tail. He has a pretty slim, athletic frame, and is a fair fighter, but isn’t big or bulky enough to be better than that. If he had to enforce his rank, he would probably be about in the middle or lower.
History: Chester and his brother, Hawk, grew up loved by two young children. His litter was born by accident but was not necessarily a surprise- just another mistake by an irresponsible human. When they got bigger and started to eat more, one of the adult humans grabbed them and drove them away, where they were promptly dumped, like so many others. They had ended up at a decrepit parking lot that housed a scattering of other feral dogs. For the first time, Chester was torn from the ones he loved; his parents and the children who had cared for him. It was horrible, especially as he was so young, but he tried to be optimistic for his brother. They were occasionally fed by humans, but even so, the competition was fierce. The fighting and bullying was hard for the young dogs, but they managed. Chester vowed to himself that he would never join a pack that was anything like this one.
One day, a teenage human and her mother came across Chester while he was alone. He still trusted humans, despite his earlier experience with them, and approached them willingly. He was surprised when the younger human opened her door and urged him in. In a single moment of impulsiveness, he leapt into the car. Only as the door shut did he realize his mistake. He had left Hawk. He would never see his brother again.
What he had done tormented him, but Chester still tried to be friendly with his new owners. He grew inseparable from the girl, but she was often busy and didn’t seem have as much time for him as he would’ve liked.
Then, one day, he was taken away from his loved ones, for the third time in his short life. Put in a car, driven for what seemed like years, but was really only days. Finally, they arrived in the middle of nowhere. He was handed over to a human that seemed nice enough, but he wasn’t Chester’s human. So Chester ran. He leapt over a fence after a few unsupervised moments in the backyard and ran without a backwards glance. But he only got deeper into the wilderness.
A day came, at the beginning of winter, as prey grew scarcer and he just couldn’t seem to get warm at night, when Chester encountered other dogs. He was wary, and distrustful, for anyone he had ever let himself grow to love had been taken from him. But these dogs were friendly, and he soon relaxed in their company. He tried to stop thinking about his past. And it worked. Or, at least he thought it did. But you can’t push away your sadness forever.
Pack: Canis
Mate/Crush: None at the moment
Offspring: Nope
Parents: Somewhere
Siblings: Hawk (dead or just hanging out in a parking lot somewhere)
Song associated: I’m not very good at connecting songs to characters, so I’m just gonna leave these blank.
Other: I didn’t expect his history to be this long... and I’m kinda unsure if I should change his age, but whatever.
Username: RoostersAreAwesome

all good to go bro, this lad is ZESTY

 

[Flufferes]

i have girl characters too i promise-

Name: Ontario
Age: 17 moons
Rank: novitiate (guardian)
Gender: male
Personality: pessimistic, critical, rebellious, irritable. The only thing keeping him held on to the wolves is his guilt in not believing in them.
Breed/species: karelian bear dog
Description: dark brown eyes, black and white pelt. kind of a short boi- 20 inches tall. compact like a 2010 kia soul
History: His mother named him Ontario because it's a very special place to her. She was from Ontario before her owners moved to British Columbia. She got lost in the woods, stumbled upon Canis pack, and decided it was a nice place to stay. She found a mate, a purpose, and happiness. Her happiness did not last long, though. When Ontario was 5 moons, his mother was killed by coyotes because "wolf spirits deemed her detestable, an unholy canine capable of mass destruction". His father left the pack the morning after the execution, and didn't take Ontario with him, presumably because he wasn't in the state of mind to be taking care of a pup all by himself. Ontario was left solely to the care of the hunter mentors. By 10 moons, his mentor didn't think he was shaping up to be a good hunter so he was transferred to the guardian mentors to train to become a guardian. In both areas he lacked tenacity and many resent him for it. He is bitter having to spend the rest of his youth without his parents, and doesn't believe in the religion. He knows he cannot voice his opinions freely, having been harshly scolded for it in the past. The paragon has a grudge against him, and many authority in the pack have picked up on it. Many dogs and coyotes dont make his life easy.
Pack: Canis
Mate/Crush: well well, we are just gonna have to see
Offspring: no
Parents: mother Delilah, and father Hemlock
Siblings: hes an only child
Song associated:

Spoiler: Doesnt Remind Me- Audioslave

Other:
Username: @Flufferes

Name: Cider
Age: 15 moons
Rank: hunter novitiate
Gender: male
Personality: sweet and gentle. Someone that doesnt know him well would describe him as shy. He is very passive and has a fascination with water- loves the rain, listening to the sea, and visiting the falls. He definitely has a chatty side but often fails to show it to those in authority, as he has a healthy fear of those above him in power. Don't be fooled- he can be sneaky.
Breed/species: dutch shepherd mix
Description: Eyes are a dark brown. Fur is short and has a typical dutch shepherd brindle. Is sort of a tall fellow, legs are a bit on the long side but overall not completely lanky when you see him as a whole.

History: Nothing out of the ordinary. When he was first becoming a novitiate, he wanted to apply to become a healer but he was afraid he would get judged because it's not a role most males usually are drawn to or pursue. He made himself choose between guardian and hunter. After nights of overthinking and analyzing what the future would be like, he chose hunter training over guardian training. The thought of fighting other dogs scared him. He's definitely not living his ideal life, nor is he on the road to it, but he's enjoying himself while he can before he graduates. As long as he has friends to spend the rest of his life with, he believes he will be content. The idea of growing up has never settled well with him. His soft nature clashes with his pack's tendency to revolve around the fierce order of wolves, and he may be on the road to becoming an omega.
Pack: Lupus
Mate/Crush: possibly
Offspring: in the future maybe
Parents: distant
Siblings: if anyone wants to make him a sister, they can.
Song associated: unfortunately i am unable to link cavetown's entire discography so have this song that captures his vibes pretty well

Spoiler: Fool- Cavetown

Other: unfortunately peel i didnt end up naming him tavros ✌
Username: Flufferes

Name: Idaho
Age: 6 years
Rank: Guardian General
Gender: male
Personality: hostile and self-centered. He's power hungry and itching for conflict, taking any chance he can get to fight. Merciless and strict. The only reason he gets to stick around it seems is because he keeps the guardians in line better than anyone else. Often played off as a dog who just channels the wolf spirit more excessively and eccentrically than anyone else. Has a reputation among the Canis as being ruthless and extreme, and they've vocalized their distaste time and time again- he's heard it all before. Among his own however- lets just say he knows who his allies are. Idaho uses his high place in the rigid hierarchy of Lupus to his advantage. He is well aware of everyone in the pack who silently disapproves of him- and he takes his sweet time coaxing it out of them. Picking on the weak when he can, pushing them to the edge, he lives to hear them say he's insane. He thrives on the earned disrespect. Because when their silence breaks, it's his own personal gateway to break them physically. He isn't in it for the religion. He's in it for the blood.
Breed/species: German Shorthaired Pointer
Description: bright amber eyes, short fur, powerful build. Base fur color is white- he has a healthy amount of fingerprint sized brown speckles across his pelt, but they do not overpower the white. A large brown patch across his shoulders that is separated from his solid brown head. Im really wishing right now that the picture he's based off of was a free stock image, curse you copyright.
History: Escaped hunting dog. Arrived to Lupus pack at 2 years old and was an instant favorite for his alert senses and wolf-like attitude. He rose through the ranks quickly and was deemed official General at 4 years old. But he isn't done with his pursuit of power.
Pack: Lupus
Mate/Crush: women want him. fish fear him
Offspring: oh i can't imagine what a father he would be
Parents: some prestigious purebreds out in the world
Siblings: some prestigious purebreds out in the world
Song associated:

Spoiler: Bang Bang- Green Day

Other:
Username: @Flufferes

Name: Petrel
Age: 5 years
Rank: Right below the paragon in the committee
Gender: male
Personality: His investment and dedication is almost disturbing. Takes pride in being able to fool tens of wild dogs. He practically has the world in his paws- and the way it landed in his grasp doesn't bother him one bit. Probably the most Influential coyote right below the paragon. Speaking of the paragon, he makes it very apparent how buddy-buddy he is with the guy. He supports the paragon in all his endeavors, getting a kick out of how well he plays his part. Petrel has the most say over who comes to see the paragon, and he doesn't make it easy. You better have a darn good reason to approach the paragon, because Petrel isn't gonna cut you any slack. Admittedly, somewhere deep down he's got a thick ball of undying insecurity but his charm covers it up pretty well. You wouldn't even know if you saw him.
Breed/species: coyote
Description: standard Pacific Northwest coyote. No notable scars that havent healed or anything. Eyes? A neutral golden-yellow. Pelt is a little darker in color, but still has that trademark arrangement of brown-white-black. Pelt isn't exactly overly short or overly long- it's somewhere in-between not really leaning toward either extreme. yes i know the eyes in this picture arent yellow shut up

History: Born into the committee. 4th generation degenerate, baby.
Pack: The Committee
Mate/Crush: hmmmm
Offspring: n/a
Parents: Some dead influential deceptive vermin.
Siblings: off on their own
Song associated:

Spoiler: West Coast Smoker- Fall Out Boy

Other:
Username: @Flufferes