Isabel

Isabel is the most adorable and fluffy wolf ever. She is quiet but has a sassy side when you get her out of her shell. Isabel loves flowers and butterflies. Loves to run and play. You wouldn't think she'd be the strongest wolf ever, but she has a few tricks up her sleeve nonetheless. 

Isabel's Story - Why she left - 

Isabel was an amazingly smart pup, but she always loved to play rather than fight. That didn't go so well in her pack, since most of the wolves were aggressive. She often would play and lick, rather than bit and growl. This made her an easy target for bigger, more aggressive wolves. 

 When Isabel was only 6 months old, she had multiple scratches on her arms and legs, along with her stomach. Even though Isabel was sweet and kind, many wolves hated her. They would call her weak and pin her to the ground. Isabel, being as tiny as she was, couldn't do much to fit back. 

 Isabel decided to take a risky chance: she would train to be a Hunter. Isabel knew the risks, accepted them openly. But she wanted to prove she could be more than what everyone believed. Isabel surprised everyone. She passed her test and was given the name Chaser. But before she could ever hunt, a group of wolves cornered her one night. 

 They had her far from the den where she could call for help and they fought her until she was on the ground with barely any blood left to spill. 

 They told her to run, run and never come back if she wanted to live. And that's exactly what she did. Isabel ran as far as she could until she found a white and gray wolf in an open field. The male looked up when he smelled the blood dripping from one of Isabel's wounds. He ran towards her and started hesitantly sniffing around. He huffed quietly, asking. She whimpered back and he came forward to look at the wounds. 

 The male threw his head back and howled to the sun. A few more wolves howled back and within minutes, Isabel could see a group of wolves running straight for them. At the front was a black wolf with white markings and a beige back strip. The other wolves were shaded in different colors including gray, gold, and silver. There were also adolescents: A beautiful gold and white wolf, a honey-colored wolf, peach and white wolf, a cream wolf, and a black wolf.

 The black wolf ran side by side with the gold wolf who ran close to the front. She looked strong and healthy, her muscles moving in a rhythmic way. The wolves were joined with another wolf. A much larger Carmel wolf with strong shoulders and a dominant aura. The wolf woofed at her, and she woofed back lightly.

 The Hunting party - along with the young adolescents - corralled around her in unison. They guided her back to one of the dens, and the Herbalist - also known as the Shavaw - started tending to her wounds. The black wolf sat at the edge of the cave. Closer now, Isabel could see it was a female. Her coat was gray underneath and she had darker eyes. She sat next to a younger wolf, his beige coat much lighter than hers. She had her head held high, and she only looked back once. 

 When she did look back, Isabel tilted her head. The female just stared. She was obviously young, but she still held a mature presence. The wolf looked away. Isabel had time, she supposed. 

 The light Calacite wolf came over with the Peach and Honey wolf. They sat down and introduced themselves as Cliff, Ginger, and Honey. Ginger and Honey looked uncomfortable, but something said they were angrier to be near each other than Isabel. That made the situation slightly less awkward. They said that the cream wolf was Lion and the black wolf was Francesca. 

 At the sound of her name, Francesca sat up elegantly and walked with her head raised towards them. Lion followed his sister. Lion was sweet and kind, he was tiny but large in a bulky way. Francesca was much more proud and seemed to act as if she were royalty, the others ignored her mostly. But Isabel couldn't stop staring. She thought the wolf was gorgeous. 

 Eventually, the black and white wolf - Luka, the Second - came in with the Alpha, Sibella. They both growled the other wolves away and sat with Isabel. They wanted to know where Isabel wanted to go: did she want to be a Scout or Pupsitter, or did she want to hunt? Isabel took some time to think. She had always wanted to be a Hunter because she wanted to prove something. But here, she had a new start. Nothing to really prove. 

 Then she looked at Lion. He was sitting with his head high, like his sisters, but he was tinier. It was obvious he had been the runt. Isabel knew the feeling. Lion caught her eye and looked back. He tilted his head and let his tongue hang free just slightly. She couldn't help but respond with her own tongue out. 

 Lion was strong because he wanted to prove something: he wanted to prove even runts could be strong. 

 Then Isabel looked next to him. Brown eyes stared back. Francesca seemed more interested than Isabel had thought. The black wolf didn't look away but slightly tilted her head. As if to ask what will you decide? Isabel knew her answer then and there. She looked at the Alpha and told her story of how she had trained to be a Hunter and still wished to follow that path. The Alpha looked at Luka, then they both woofed in agreeance.

 Isabel would stay with her new Pack. She would train to be a Hunter. Then she would join the next Hunting Party. Isabel couldn't wait. 

Stats - 

1 - 279

2 - 283

3 - 291

4 - 299

5 - 312

6 - 329

7 - 353

8 - 389

9 - 417

10 - 441