Sage is a mysterious figure. He came from nowhere, carried no scent, nor had a past or family he ever shared. His packmates are notably unnerved whenever in his presence, for more than one reason. The brute will not accept any wolf into his pack that can't be put to work, even if it's the simplest of jobs. If you are no longer useful to the pack, Sage wouldn't hesitate to remove you.
Any female looking to join the Red Sun will almost always be accepted; if anything, they can rear his young. Males have a much tougher time; for any job a male could do, a female could do the same and more. As a result, they are the lowest members in terms of status and shouldn't expect to get comfy.
Sage spends a lot of time patrolling the boundaries of his land in search of more wolves to join his ranks. He has a tendency to force a new name onto any that say yes, and he doesn't take "no" for an answer. "You belong to the Red Sun now. Forget who you were, focus only on what you can be."
The only wolf to evade this tradition is his mate, Journey, for reasons no one is quite sure of. Heaven's know Sage isn't close, romantically or platonically, to anyone in his pack.
There are many rumors circulating about the strange male. The most prominant at this time is the theory that Sage isn't a true wolf; he's someone-- something else. Whether he be from the unknown or a spirit in mortal disguise, they aren't sure. But it's undeniable that Sage is working towards something.
And whatever it is, it can't be good.
Scattered Bones