Pheasant

Dawn light filtered through the prairie grasses. Pheasant lifted his head to let it bathe his face, turning his red fur the color of fire. Footsteps arrived by his left and he turned to face the owner with a smile. Hellebore, his mate, stood to admire the sunrise too. They were supposed to be hunting, but how could they with such a beautiful sight distracting them? Just as he thought it, a hare appeared at the foot of the hill they were standing on. Pheasant looked at Hellebore with a grin, and they raced down the hill after their quarry.

- Arrived to the pack as a spindly and meek wolf, but grew to be strong and humble

- Mate to Hellebore

- Loves those that are close to him deeply

- Clashes a bit with the dominant male of the pack, Sparrow, and therefore has earned a rather low ranking

- Doesn't always give his full full potential when it comes to fighting and hunting in fear that Sparrow will see him as a threat and exile him