Story:
*You\'re wolves history here* Then one day,you came across a valley. This was unclaimed as pack land,so many loners and small groupes of loners live there. You decide to be a loner on this strange,barren land. Once you settle down,you may aid in the struggle to make a pack or fight it every second.

Setting:
The valley is a desolent wastland of sorts. It is void of veggitation and large bodies of water. The sun constantly beats down here,and anything that is alive must struggle constantly for survival. This is a terrable place for loners,but most loners have no place eles to go. Here the resedents are not always freindly.

Rules-
Follow all roleplay rules.
Don\'t make a pack without consulting me first.
No being your own mate or crush.
Post compleat thoughts. (Don\'t post like Hi Bob *leaps over rock* Post more like \"Hi Bob!\" Rain exclaimed as she bounded over the rock wagging her tail with joy.)

Skelly:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
History:
Personality:
Crush:
Mate:
Appearance:

Wolves in this roleplay:

Feather Flight- Mateless Fae
Tails- Mateless Brute

My Wolves
Name: Feather Flight
Age: 4 years
Gender: Fae
History: I grew up living in captivitiy,my mother was taken from me as soon as I was weaned...it is painful to talk about really.
Personality: She is vastly complicated.
Crush:
Mate:
Appearance: A slender chocolate fae with blue eyes. She has big paws,and little claws.

Name: Tails
Age: 3 years
Gender: Brute
History: I don\'t remember.
Personality: He is deep and lonley inside,he is a stron leader and a smart brute.
Crush:
Mate:
Appearance: He is a large black brute with a black crest on his head,his paws are blacker than the rest of his body. His eyes are a deep green.