Redzenious

Spending his puppyhood alone Redzenious tracked between packs hoping to find a place to call home, it didn't matter if the pack came from a noble descent or if they were mean greedy wolves sticking together just to get by. He learned from them… mostly how to survive.

His first goal in creating his powerful pack is to send his scouts out exploring the surrounding territories; learning what prey and predators there are around them and for him to scout out more wolves to join his pack. Even now as he starts his dynasty he chases out the weak (and potato) pups.

As his territory grew he needed more pack members for strength, beauty, and status. With that in mind, he slunk through the night his red eyes glowing the dark of the night as he went from one pack to another stealing puppies and challenging lone wolves. With the adult wolves that he came across he'd put them on a trial: either by sending them out in weak hunts or scouting out new biodomes and revealing to him all their hidden secrets. Many were sent out on scouting trials only to leave empty-pawed when Redzenious would use them up for their information then chase them out for either them being weak or not being unique enough.

Soon the puppies he had taken and bartered for came of age; ready to contribute to the pack by either going out on border patrols and hunting parties to staying behind to watch the pups they now bore for him and keeping them away from him. His pack was beautiful, unique, and soon skilled. They will bring him food, herbs, and bare pups to be sold for gold and silver. You would think life was going well as he started off on his conquest but with the growth of his pack so did his problems... he needed to keep them fed and give them space so that they wouldn't tare each other's throats out. Redzenious's temper was wearing thin, the only time he felt at peace was in the mountains as he licked his wounds far from anyone after battles, looking out at all the land that was his.

Now as the pack began to settle and prosper King Redzenious was beginning to relax; he was almost happy with everything... so far he hadn't found an heir to his liking, the closest one being Ghostrattle but the pup barley looked like him though his temper was a good match. The young yapper was always trying to get under his paws, demand his attention, if it wasn't for Fruitypebbles shoeing the pup away he'd probably be dead. When Ghostrattle had almost reached adulthood he wanted to have a shorter warrior name feeling like it was a given right to him, Ghostrattle raised up and was loud only to be quickly smacked down by his father who left an everlasting scar that took up the majority of his face. On a happier note, he had become mates with Fruitypebbles; the female from day one had eyes only for him and went out of her way to make him and the pack happy.