Stalwart

"A little weak for the son of an alpha, aren't you, whelp?" The grey wolf chuckled darkly. His small pack of half-feral wolves slinked around Stalwart, cutting off the adolescent's escape.

Stalwart stood firmly. His heart may have been hammering in his chest, and his scent likely betrayed his fear, but he stood there nonetheless, hackles raised, glaring in the eyes of a wolf three times his age who looked, for all the world, like he could end the young wolf in two snaps. "You're in Scarborough Pack Territory!" he barked defiantly, knowing that it may be his last words. "You're speaking to Stalwart, son of Packleader Amaranth! State your purpose, or face the consequences!"

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One of the two sons of Amaranth and Basil, before Riko arrived from Pack Harrowing and took on the role of Lead Mate. He's desperate to prove himself, despite being born, like cocoa, somewhat on the frail side.