Fawyer

Fawyer was the proper heir of Frettle. Son of Bayrren. A model wolf in terms of mannerism, respect, and dignity. Perfect; pristine; precise.

...Except he isn't.

Despite him not realizing it, Fawyer was born between Packs; his mother, a generally reputable leader, ran off with another Pack's Stud in a fling she denies ever happened. In accordance with The Code of All Houses, Fawyer was said to be fathered by Frettle's mate— how else could the distinguished Pack Alpha retain her public stature? Nevertheless, this wolf has lived a life of comfort and training to assume a position he believes is his birthright.

Recently, though, Frettle's secret has come to life. Fawyer is a bastard. His throne was handed over to Reinn, his adopted brother; he spends his days trying to regain the authority and respect his Packmates once gave him. No longer the model wolf of the Pack nor the apple of either of his parents' eyes, Fawyer finds himself in social isolation. He has a solemn bitterness for Reinn and what could have been.

Fawyer takes after his mother, never having known the other half of his heritage. He holds his tongue. He watches in almost an intrusive sense of silence, eyes glazed with some far-off wisdom; always seeming unreasonably mature for his age, he lives to taste the pleasure of leading. It's not odd for him to be caught staring off into a corner, or the sky, or watching a big crawl across a twig with curious intensity. Fawyer simply gets lost in his own thoughts.

This wolf tends to hold his tongue when it comes to the concept of religion. What will happen when he passes on, sprawled in burial? Who will take his place? Will he join the cosmos— will he ever fade? What even is a star, anyways? The world is too big for Fawyer, much less life; he prefers to focus on his Pack, his Wolves, and his Law.