Meirchion

Meirchion has been through a lot since he joined the pack. Being proclaimed the healthiest wolf in the pack, he was trained by _Theer Sagnant's confident and co-founder of the pack as a hunter, specialized on finishing the prey. He had a way with the ladies, alright? Most of his escapades with the members of the clan were fun, but he found himself bored after the hunt or the fun times where over.

When the Withering started, he thought the winter was just harsher than other years, his previous pack had gone through some tough times when he was just a small pupper, so he wasn't concerned.

It was Sagnant who worried him. In one of their private encounters, he noticed she behaved more violently during the ordeal. The next time they reunited in private, he confronted her. She had lost the spark in her eyes, and a chill made Meirchion's fur go up in alarm, as he realized something darker replaced it. She made him swear he wouldn't say a word to the rest of the pack. _Theer Her confident had already expressed concern over her increasingly violent tendencies.

If only he had been brave enough to warn the rest of the pack...