Flint

Nemophilist
a person who loves or is fond of woods or forests.

Flint walked through the trees, stepping carefully and quietly. He was following a she-wolf, who was supposedly leading him to a river. He trotted over a moss covered log, and came to the river, his breath catching as he looked around. He looked from the round white sun bleached stones that lined the river to the river itself, which was such an astonishing shade of turquoise, and it glittered at him as it rushed and tumbled with small rapids. The she wolf turned to him, and Flint couldn't help but admire her pelt, which, in the rays of the sun, shone with a golden glow. Her expression seemed to match his, as she finished looking around the river clearing. "My name is Zakiita, of Pinefrost Grove. So, what brings you to the mountain, strange wolf?" She said, her striking azure eyes assessing him. "Oh, I think that's my own business." He replied with a small smirk. "Is it? I just feel like I have a right to know, since this is my pack's territory." Her eyes narrowed, but she didn't seem too aggressive just yet. "I'm just a lone wolf, exploring and minding my own business." He looked back at the river, and at the tall aspen trees that stretched to the sky. This place truly is breathtaking. "So you don't have a pack?" She inquired with a strange look. "No. No." Flint shook his head, knowing full well what that look meant. "You don't want me." He stepped backwards, as if that would have done anything. Zakiita smirked. "How well do you hunt?" "Terribly. Awful hunting tactics, I'd starve the pack to death." "That's a lie." She replied. "I want you to come join our pack. I think you'll find you love it." He sighed, his ears twitched. "I'll come back tomorrow. Meet me here..?" Flint asked hopefully, and Zakiita looked at him, and nodded with a small smile. "Sure, but at least give me a chance to convince you."

About Flint

Born to be a traveler, Flint has been wandering since his early adolescence. He hasn't joined any packs since then, and as learned to fend for himself. This causes him to refuse help, even when he needs it, and he'd rather get things done on his own. He has a flirty and charming disposition, but only with a single person at a time. Towards others he can be perceived as neutral, or even cold. He's very skilled at hunting, however it's hard for him to work with his party, since he likes to do everything on his own. Countless times he's begged Zakiita to let him be his own hunting party, and she insists on torturing him by refusing.

Zakiita

Flint cares deeply for Zakiita, and joined the pack mainly for her. The two have a playful and flirty relationship, but haven't admitted their feelings for one another. Zakiita has a best friend, the alpha of their neighboring pack, the Tribe of the Misty Woods, Arrow. Flint knows she loves him as a friend, but he also knows that she's crushing on him, and she has been since they were pups. Flint has gone with Zakiita on several peace meetings as they discussed with their neighboring packs because he insisted on being her "bodyguard." And he'd met Arrow, it was safe to say Flint was quite jealous. Arrow, admittedly, was seemingly perfect, and it annoyed Flint. So, he did his best to seem even more perfect, which he then got yelled at later for almost ruining the peace summit. We don't go into detail as to what happened. Anyway, moral of the story, Flint loves Zakiita, but her feelings are mixed because she shares those feelings, but she also loves Arrow.

• Parents: Unknown


• Siblings: Unknown


• Mate/Crush: Zakiita


• Rivals: Arrow ~ Ember

More on Flint's Rivals

Besides Flint disliking Arrow, (See above for reasons) he finds Ember very suspicious, because he's always lurking in the background, watching Zakiita. Flint has warned her about him many times, and she reassures him, but she isn't careful enough. Ember is a powerful enemy.

Meeting Arrow

Flint padded through the misty forest while hunting in his territory, but he then saw a dark silhouette in the heavy mist. Suspecting this was an invader wolf, he charged forward and tackled the stranger. He looked down, recognizing the wolf as the alpha of their neighboring pack, The Tribe of the Misty Woods, he backed off immediately, allowing the wolf to stand up, and he murmured angry curses. "I'm so sorry." He said with a short bow. Zakiita is going to absolutely murder me. He thought with a wince. Arrow shook off his coat and growled. "Is Zakiita here?" Flint growled quietly, and responded with. "No. She's back at the pack ordering around the hunting parties. I came here alone because I'd rather not deal with that." Arrow stared at him, and replied, "Yeah, I can see her doing that." Flint stood taller and his ear twitched. "Zakiita's a great alpha." He growled. Arrow's tail twitched as he assessed Flint. "I meant that with no disrespect. I respect your alpha a lot." The grey-brown wolf looked distant. "Would you like me to take you to her…?" Flint asked reluctantly. He hated it when Arrow and Zakiita were together, the two were sooo lovey-dovey. Arrow nodded. As the two started to walk back, Flint noticed Arrow floofing his fur, and Flint rolled his eyes with a low growl. The two stepped into the clearing to see Zakiita standing in the clearing, a beam of sunlight on her fur, making her look almost golden. Flint's heart melted at the sight, she was beautiful. He noticed Arrow giving her the same look. Zakiita caught sight of them and trotted over with a smile. "Hello you two. What brings you here, Arrow?" She inquired. Arrow looked flustered for a moment before responding. "Um, I don't have any stored nesting material, and Frozen Aspen is expecting puppies soon." He said, and added flirtingly, "I think you would make a good mother." Zakiita's eyes widen, but before she can say anything, Flint quickly barked, "No she wouldn't! At least not to you!" He quickly shut his muzzle, realizing what he had said. Arrow shuffled in an embarrassed way, and his eyes widened. Zakiita quickly said, "Flint, it was not your place to say anything." She politely turned to Arrow. " I'm sure we have nesting material in storage." She gave Flint a look. "Flint will take you to the storage den." Flint grumbled, "Fine." Before turning away and heading for the storage. "You don't know that." Arrow grumbled. Flint looked at him. "What?" The wolf turned to Flint. "Zakiita would make a wonderful mother." Flint glared at him. "Oh, and who would be her mate?" Arrow stalked closer, muttering, "Let's just say it wouldn't be you." He said with a smirk, starting to walk himself. Flint snarled, following him. "At least I'm the same pack as her." Arrow turned abruptly with a growl. "At least I'm not just a hunter who has no authority." Flint growled at him. "At least she loves me and not someone as snobbish as you." Arrow raised his tail, standing tall. "Do you even know her favorite color?" He scoffed. "Sage green." Flint replied proudly. "I know that because we went on a very romantic trip to the lake and she pointed out a sage plant, saying that was her favorite color." Arrow snarled loudly. "Well guess what, you little green bastard? I love her more than you do! I've known her longer, I've been there at her lowest, and you just came into this pack acting like you own it!" Flint started to reply, but he caught sight of Zakiita standing behind them. Arrow turned around with a glare, but then saw Zakiita. "When did you get here?" Zakiita looked at him and said, "I think the question is how much of that did I hear?" Arrow shuffled and nodded halfheartedly as Flint raised his head. "I believe it's time for me to depart." Arrow glowered and turned to leave. Zakiita nodded and quietly let him pass, turning to glare at Flint before leaving as well.