Choco

(Aro/Ace)

Choco was always a wandering spirit, a friendly adventurer who wanted nothing more than to see the world. He couldn't remember ever being part of a Pack, and enjoyed it that way, as it gave him more freedom to roam. Sure, it made hunting harder, and he had to make sure not to get too hurt, but... He still enjoyed it!

It wasn't until he stumbled - quite literally - into the newly formed Sheer Cliffs territory, having misstepped while exploring the mountain range and slipped a few feet down one of the steeper slopes, twisting his ankle in the process, that he considered what could happen to him if he kept up this life of solitude. Choco had found himself injured in stranger wolves' territory before, but... Being stuck like this really worried him. If he wasn't alone so often, he could have someone at least come looking for him!

Thankfully, the current hunting patrol did find him. Choco was quickly introduced to his first friend, Hawk, and their Packmates, Daylight and Thunder. And the rest of their Pack, as he was brought back and healed. It was honestly a bit overwhelming.

To distract himself, the wanderer found himself trying to explore the area around him - the territory, the camp- but his leg wouldn't let him go far. However, his efforts didn't go unnoticed, as River eventually did approach him with an offer to stay on with the Pack, as his own Rank: a Scout. Choco would have to scout the borders, and even be able to help the Pack find new territory, all of which he would eventually expect to know like the back of his paw, so accidents like this wouldn't happen again. It meant he would be able to get out of camp as much as he wanted, but always have a place to return to, with others to support him.

He agreed, although he never took a Pack name. In fact, his position allowed his to stay most like his old life! He did return to camp with news, and would help train new Scouts. He even made new friends, although his closest was always Hawk. Many assumed the two were mates, especially when Hawk had pups, and, although Choco never denied it, the two both knew the truth. Theirs was a friendship and nothing more.

Choco continue to Scout well into his old age: even as his bones and joints were aching to settle down, his heart sang to be out, seeing more.

His body was found early one morning overlooking the territory: apparently the old wolf had dragged himself to the highest point of the territory he could reach so he could watch the sun rise over his home. He died doing what he loved: watching over his home.