Valin

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Pack Role: Scout
Mate: Sydel
Pronouns: He/Him

Treading carefully to the edge of the wood he looked out to the great expanse of the grasslands ahead of him. His nose twitches as he quietly scents the breeze that ruffles his face with wariness. He's been alone for so long he's found that every move he makes must be wary. Kicked out of his pack at only 9 months of age it's the only way he's stayed alive so long, If you're unsure of it then it's dangerous and must be avoided was his mantra. Even the other wolves out here were to be avoided no matter what, his own family had taught him that lesson. Peering up at the stars above him he sighed and shook out to relieve some of the stress building in his muscles. SNAP Jumping into the air and twirling to face the sudden sound he growls low hackles starting to rise in defense. The weasel that had apparently fallen from the branches above looks up at him dazed, then chitters angrily and scurries into the underbrush. Shaking his head in derision of his own jumpiness he turns again to ponder the grasslands only to come face to face with a female wolf.
Startled he lets out a small yelp and jumps back his ears pinning to his head. She cocks her head quizzically at him as her gentle gaze takes in his form. She looks like a sun's rays that has just set he thinks to himself as he watches her closely for any sign of her next actions. She finally snorts lightly, immediately easing any tension in the situation. "Hello?" his ears prick up as he says this turning the simple greeting into a question, friend or foe? A swishing of her tail accompanied by a small grin from her. "You looked lonely." comes her soft reply. He peers into her gentle watching eyes briefly and finds for the first time a longing in him. "Not anymore," he rumbles softly, and follows her out to the grasslands.

Autumn year 1
4 pups born: Cinderella, Flynn, Merida, and Tiana

Losing Tiana was so unexpected he didn't know how to cope with it. He threw himself into his scouting duties becoming even more of a loner than before. If not for his mate, Sydel, he would just keep running. His grief was so immense and the only way he'd ever learned to cope was seclusion. His strong mate was wracked with guilt and he couldn't comfort her due to his grief. What would become of them?