Maka

THE GODDESS OF MERCIFUL DEATH

Strong and lean, her figure is cloaked in dark umber, accented in snowy marks and black fringes. A scar cuts the corner of a pale eye, a mark of the many battles the she has engaged. Around her throat is a black spiked collar, a trophy she proudly stole from a scrimmage with a domestic dog in the territory.

Maka didn't intend to be chosen for leadership — either of her brothers weren't equally if not more qualified, but when her mother died, Cypress became quite attached to his only daughter. Her dark fur and sienna accents were a vivid reminder of Virginia, and although her brother, Hades, also bore a striking resemblance to their mother, perhaps it was Maka's additional femininity that made her similarity more compelling. Immediately her father began training her in leadership and diplomacy, paving the path for her ascension to leadership. She was not undeserving of the role, either, proving to be a successful and intelligent young wolf. However, this favoritism did not leave her unalienated from her siblings. Her two brothers, Hades and Monshel, always seemed much closer to each other than they were to Maka.

Maka was an astute and studious she-wolf, though controlling an entire pack was not as appealing as it was in her adolescent years, when Cypress was there to embellish it. She struggled with maintaining her small group of wolves, often seeking advice from older packmates who had been raised during the rule of her father. She was frustrated with being the alpha, yet was unwilling to step down, as she assumed her wolves would lose all respect for her and she would prove to be as useless as she feared.

Ever an adventurer, Maka is often found exploring the vast territory surrounding the Grove. She has ambitions of expanding the pack to a larger terrain, though feels unequipped. The forest is often a place that beckoned her, and while out, she stumbled upon a lone wolf called Briar. She was enchanted by the she-wolf's physical prowess, as well as her many trinkets and trophies, and found herself falling for every aspect of the other canine. She was quick to invite her to join the Grove Pack. Perhaps coming home with such an asset would earn her some points among her peers, not to mention her genuine admiration for the traveler.

She found the former outsider to be exactly the kind of leader Maka wished she could be, with ambition, pride, and a sharp bark that caught everyone's attention. Doubtful of her own abilities, it was easy to lend many decisions to Briar's whim. The rime wolf seemed to have extravagant, appetizing views for the Grove's future, and Maka was enticed by every imaginative path the Briar led her down.

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