White Tiger

The sixth leader of the Silver Falcon Pack. Adopted pup of Phaisper. Pair bonded with the scout Chariot. They have two pups, Gyrfalcon and Black Hawk, and one adopted pup, Rowin.

Quiet and stoic, brave. He is often silent and tends to not show his emotions strongly. He does experience them and is not making any real attempt to hide them, rather, his expression of them is subtle. A common one to see on him is one of wistful, nearly somber, pondering. It is rare for him to smile, and pack members who can make him smile wear it as a badge of honor.

White Tiger was not born in the Silver Falcon Pack. He was born in a pack quite a ways away. His parents were two low-ranking members of that pack and held not unimportant, but often undervalued roles as pupsitters. Their own pups would be expected to be the same. But they held hopes that they would not be overlooked by the pack as they were. When the time came for the two to have a litter of their own, the only one they were allowed to have as low-rankers, they named them after fabled beasts in the hopes that the pups would grow up to be like them. Thus were born siblings King Cobra, Harpy Eagle, and White Tiger.

Though the pups were, even before birth, destined to be more of the pack's lowly pupsitters, they showed promise of the beasts' blessings. King Cobra was lithe and fast, Harpy Eagle was mighty and graceful, and White Tiger was stealthy and strong. Their parents hoped that, by some chance, the hunters would notice them and take them as apprentices, and let them live to their full potential.

Any chance of that was squashed one horrible night. Whether the fire was natural or set deliberately will never be known. But the pack burned to the ground, unable to escape in time. Only a scarce few made it out, scattering into the night, caught between the futile desire to go back and scout for any living and the need to be far, far away. White Tiger was one of the few. Merely a pup, he only made it because his parents, knowing their end was near, sacrificed themselves to grant him a chance at living.

And as the fire consumed the pack and all White Tiger ever knew, he ran away into the night. He was a survivor. He knew nothing of the outside world but was now cast into it as a lost pup with no home to return to. And thus he traveled. He kept his distance from packs, perhaps innately understanding the danger he was in as a lone wolf in their territory. And he traveled, feeding from scraps and catching critters when he could. But he could not feed himself forever. His hunting skills were limited, and soon, he began to starve. One day, his hunger overwhelming him, he lay down to rest with little anticipation of waking back up.

But he was found. The scout Phaisper of the Silver Falcon Pack, on her travels, had detected the scent of a pup, and tracked it down successfully. There she found the pup, near death, and quickly sought out food. When she returned, rabbit in jaws, the pup had opened its eyes and mustered a tiny growl as she approached - he had some fight left in him. Phaisper approached and set the rabbit down and nudged it toward him. It took a moment, but the pup stopped growling and began to eat. This wolf was a friend.

He did not protest when, after having finished the rabbit, Phaisper picked him up in her careful jaws. He felt safe. Phaisper headed back to the pack. Upon arrival, she and her cargo were greeted with much curiosity. Having regained some of himself, White Tiger was apprehensive of the pack members, but he trusted Phaisper, so he let himself drop his guard. Phaisper set the pup down and asked if someone would bring him some food. When a wolf returned with some, Phaisper made sure he ate sufficiently before bringing him along to seek out Brackel, the pack's aging leader.

Arriving at the leader's den, they found Brackel and her pup Chewink, who seemed to be around the pup's age. Phaisper presented the pup and explained that she found him near death from starvation on the edge of their territory, and that he did not smell of any neighboring pack. Brackel nodded and asked the pup what he could tell them.

The pup began to explain. His name was White Tiger. He was named that because his parents had a dream for him, but his parents weren't alive anymore, or his siblings. As far as he knew, the whole pack was gone. It had caught on fire, and he ran away from it, very far. And he kept running until he couldn't run any more. He had no home to return to. All he had left of home was his name and the hopes his parents had for him.

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Phaisper adopts, Brackel sees him as next leader, he keeps his name

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White Tiger never really had plans for finding a mate. He was a busy wolf whose heart, he thought, belonged first to his pack. He led his pack and explored the land and returned each night to an empty den. Often he was too busy to give it much thought.

But along came a wolf named Eranthis. White Tiger encountered them while exploring one day and they told him about their skill as a matchmaker. With such an opportunity right at his paws, White Tiger couldn't refuse.

Among the many interesting wolves looking for love was one that immediately caught White Tiger's eye - and he caught hers, too. Having never so much as gone on a date before, White Tiger was a little unsure of how to approach, but Eranthis cheered him on.

And so began a series of many dates between White Tiger and Chariot. The two found they had a lot in common. They couldn't seem to look away from each other and sometimes found themselves lost in each others' eyes. They didn't quite agree on everything but when White Tiger invited Chariot to visit his home, she immediately accepted.

Not long after her first visit, Chariot came to the Silver Falcon Pack to stay. She and White Tiger knew that it was meant to be.


Art by Srinyx (#244)