Flash

The reliable second-in-command of the Sheer Cliffs Pack.

Chased from his Pack when he was young, Flash never wanted anything to do with Packs ever again. That all changed when he met River, a young she-wold who was adamant about returning to her birth Pack, or creating her own trying. That determination pushed him to help her, and the two of them eventually formed the Sheer Cliffs Pack, where River ruled as Leader and Flash...

Flash was happy being a simple Hunter, or Scout. Whatever was needed, really. He always told himself it was temporary. Not really a Pack, just helping a she-wolf get back home. Even when that she-wolf became a friend. Or, more than a friend. When they had pups, and he found himself mourning deaths of loved ones...

It was seasons before he was comfortable being second-in-command, and longer before Alpha Male, River's equal. Even then, he preferred to just be seen as another one of the other wolves of the Pack, perhaps with just a touch more authority giving orders...


The two had many litter of pups - a family- beyond forming the Pack as a whole. It was a life Flash was happy with, surprisingly. It was a relatively peaceful life. He had found love.


His death was just as peaceful, old age in his sleep, beside River.

Flash is a survivor. He learned how to survive his old Pack abandoning him, and he's learned how to survive the mountains, where nights are long, winter is longer, and prey is scarce. He's learned how to hide his emotions well, giving a blank neutrality, unless River asks otherwise. He's the face of the Pack, as fate would have it, working and hunting alongside his Packmates, gaining their trust and support, so that, when an intruder comes, they know to trust his judgement. As time has passed, he has become more relaxed and playful, the way he was before his Pack left him.

While River is the leader, the action, the voice commanding a wolf's fate, Flash is the eyes, the face, the greeting that the border, the friend on the hunting patrol. The one who scents you first and passes the judgement of your fate, or perhaps to turn the tide. And he likes it that way.

A wolf who prefers actions over words.