Rover

Founding member of The Sanctuary Pack.

Fully scouted the entire map twice essentially single handedly. Seriously earned her retirement.

Mate: Seven

Personality: A somewhat prickly but ultimately good-natured wolf, Rover is the Second of The Sanctuary Pack, and mate to its leader, Seven. She delights in stories, and seems to especially enjoy seeing how outrageous a lie she can get away with telling. She spends her leisure time filling pups' heads with tall tales. The pups generally love her for this, but their minder- Finch- tends to be irritated by her company. Wildborn Saturn is friendly enough to Rover, but Rover holds a bit of a grudge: she resents that Saturn knows so much she doesn't. 

Naming Convention: Dogs (first generation)

The first wolf to join the new Sanctuary Pack, Rover is a wolf of somewhat mysterious origin; she claims to have been raised by humans, and even to have dog somewhere in her ancestry, though the rest of her story changes depending on the day she tells it. She loves to regale pups- and any adults bored enough to listen- with tall tales of her adventures as a lone wolf. She was the leader of a pack of feral dogs! She broke into a human's den, and stole the food right from his table! She was born in a zoo, but slipped through the fence, and escaped with 10- no, 20- zookeepers hot on her heels!

How much of that is true is up for debate, but she was definitely a lone wolf-- at least, she was when Seven found her. And just like Seven, Rover couldn't cope in the wild. She lived on the edge of a human settlement, eating garbage- or farm animals, or pets- and scraping by. The humans had grown tired of her predation; in her last raid on the dump, she had been shot by a man there. The bullet had only grazed her, but a lone wolf could be easily killed by an injury like that, with no one to watch over her while she healed. 

Seven found her licking her wounds in a ditch, muddy and half-starved, and had looked like the happiest wolf on earth. Rover had growled.

"What are you wagging your tail about? Happy to finally find a dog more miserable than you?"

Seven hadn't seemed taken aback by this- she'd only sat next to Rover, in the mud, and told her own long, sad story. Her fur was warmth, comfort, in the chilly fall. Her voice was soft and pleasant. 

"And so," she finished, with a short of shrug. "Yes! I am happy to have found you. I thought no wolves lived here, at all. Except for me."

She added that last as an afterthought- like it didn't occur to her, at first, that she lived here at all. Rover had stood with a grunt, leg nearly giving when she put weight on it, and then straightened, head high, tail wagging. 

"Except for us," she said, simply. 

The two have been inseparable ever since. Leader Seven-- and Rover, her mate, her scout, her good right paw. 

[bust by Iciatt, user #8029] [tag by mars, user #9304]