Name: Tyler
Pack: Loner
Gender: Male
Age (in moons): 25
Rank: Loner
Packtors: (IF UNDER 5 MOONS AND ARE A PUP!-like mentors from Warriors, but there are two- an adult male and female) (This is retarded, why did I write this.... ;-; )
Personality: A complete recluse. He has an unexplained terror of that packs that not even he has been able to decipher, leaving him a ghost to the world of hierarchical canines. Drifts through the shadows at the edge of the territories- making him known as the inexplicable shimmer in the corner of one's eye; the unforeseen crunch of leaves; the ripple of silver against a blackened midnight. For none know his name, but he has heard theirs on the winds of gossip. He is omnipresent, always brooding, listening, watching- for reasons that he can't even mentally comprehend; all he understands is that he risks his life during every second he lingers. Extremely shy, and a master of disguise. If you've seen him, you're one of the exceedingly rare few; Tyler is more elusive than an albino deer. Is inexplicably attracted to River Pack, and this terrifies him. Years of surviving by his paws- and his paws alone- has made him one of the most resourceful hunters and elite fighters ever known to the unseeing forest-
Virtues that will never be seen by another canine eye.
History: Completely unknown to Tyler himself. He woke up one day as a young pup, head throbbing with pain, completely alone, and bleeding what he thought to be his life out to the lapping waves of the River. After drifting in and out of consciousness for almost a moon, surviving only by the water than had almost taken his life, Tyler finally gathered enough strength to get up and hunt a crippled mouse- a pittance that saved his life.
Finding that his memories had been completely washed away, the now-young adult wolf drifted into the stereotypical life of a loner, finding an eerie and irresistible interest to a certain pack- an attraction that nearly lead to his demise multiple times. Needing no name, and having no use for one, the massive wolf went nameless, at least until a name was thrust onto him by a young, dying pet pup he stumbled upon. Touched and tormented deeply, he took the pup's name to be his own for the dog's dying wish.
Now he walks alone, forever fearful of his mysterious connection to the packs.
And mistakenly believes he will forever.
Description of bodily attributes: Massive and tall silver male with a plumed brush tail. Has a conspicuous scar that ripples from his neck to his chest. Erect ears and a flat mane-like dark silver ruff that encircles his neck.
Breed if dog or species if wolf/coyote: Timber wolf.
Mate/crush: Nope.
Parents: ******* ANNNNNNNNNNND ******
Siblings: ****************************
Pups: Nope
Other:
Username: HeavensHens88
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And thanks so much for including me! 
Pills indirectly put me to sleep round eleven, and here I am, wide awake for BYC, Take 2. 
I don't remember why I fell asleep, probably just really tired, I fell asleep around nine here. Only reason I woke up is cause I'm still in my day clothes and for some odd reason after I get rested they make sleeping very fitful.
