Sariah

Name: Sariah (sah ree ah, "princess")
Date of Birth: Late Winter 31 (October 09 2022)
Natal Pack: Unknown
Joined: Late Winter 32 (November 02 2022)

Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown

Befriended in explore. Uncustomised.

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Sariah came to the valley as a yearling late one winter. She's loud and obnoxious, but generally good-natured. The pack barely tolerates her incessant prodding and barking - Thankfully she prefers to den by herself on the outskirts of the territory, harassing any passerbys. Despite her beastly behaviour she's a very effective chaser, so the pack hunters will often invite her to hunt with them.

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Sariah had a rather sorry start to life. For reasons unknown, she was abandoned - small, frail, and barely able to walk, all she could do was cry. Her wailing caught the attention of a lone bush dog. Luckily it took pity on the poor pup, and rather than making a quick meal of her, it attempted to take it back to their pack. The pack was not so enthused about the pup however, so she was handed off to the first paserby who was willing to take her - which just so happened to be an old ocelot.

The old ocelot thought of Sariah as more of a pet, than a child - nonetheless, she treated her very well. She raised her alone, in an abandoned truck deep in the jungle. It was a quiet upbringing. The ocelot had some odd ideas but the world and their place in it, and treated the old truck with the same reverence one may offer to a temple. She even insisted that Sariah wear vine around her neck. Despite the oddities, Sariah didn't take much issue with it and was happy with her life for the most part.

Growing up as she did, she developed a rather whimsical nature. Unluckily for the neigbhours, she decided to be loud about it. The ocelot was unconcerned for her - few in the jungle wanted to risk the ire of the crazy old bat - so she allowed her to wander as she pleased. She was always driven to adventure, so adventure she would. She'd spend long days - sometimes several days - exploring the thickets and accosting the locals. Sometimes she'd even be able to drag the odd unsuspecting critter along with her.

As a fresh yearling, she met with a grizzled old wolf. He seemed so kind, so charming, and Sariah was instantly smitten. He claimed to have been kicked out of his pack, for something that was totally not his fault, so Sariah took him back to the truck. He was pleasant, for a while, but soon changed his tune to be more lazy. Critical. Hostile. He started to demand more from Sariah and the ocelot. Both seemed oblivious to his intentions though, which were ultimately at odds with the bizzare energy that the pair were fostering in the homebrew temple. The unsettling energy of the truck seemed to be more than it was worth. After only a few short months he lost it, tearing up much of the truck interior and taking off into the jungle. As betrayed as she felt by this, Sariah claims to still be committed to him. Despite everything. Even if she never saw him again.

One day her wandering too her a little to far from home. She attempted to traverse into the swamp but got stuck, wandeing further in in her attempt to escape. By the time she was in relative safety, she had absolutely no idea where she was or how to get back home. She wasn't about to let a little misadventure get her down though! So she pushed further north, on to new ventures.

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Sariah is very typical for a southern wolf, with a usual build and short fur. She's intersex, but seemingly doesn't have much issue bearing pups. Her voice often sounds breathless - to be fair, with her rambling it usually is - and she speaks in a very witty manner, even if she does often misuse words. She's incredibly hardworking, its just unfortunate that she's only interested in working on her next great adventure. She's generally good-natured though, and for those who can get past the erratic merrymaking, they find a reliable friend.

She is a staunch believer in having whimsy, and doesn't have much regard for those who have none. Despite her whimsy, she doesn't have much patience for younger folk and greatly prefers the company of elders. She takes no issue in taking credit for the work of others, and she sweats a lot. She doesn't follow any faith.

She is genderqueer and bisexual.