Noraia

Noraia waits patiently as you approach her, grinning brightly before welcoming you with a soft “Hello.” You comment on how you heard that she’s part of the chasers, and is also a finisher, you say that it must be a lot to handle. Her ears perk up but she shakes her head, “No, no, it’s really nothing, anyone can do what I do, plus I always manage to make mistakes, I always get too excited,” she laughs a bit, “sometimes it costs us the entire hunt.” She mumbles, her voice a bit quieter. “Anyways, it’s nice to meet you! My name is Noraia, I was born in the mountains, and was from a different pack, but was exiled for.. reasons.” She laughed. “It’s nice to see you though! I’ll see you around later!” She barked, getting to her paws and trotting off.

Noraia is the pack’s chaser/finisher, and she is always known for her slip ups during the hunt. She doesn’t get along very well with Charou because she always gets excited during a hunt, by all the smells, the adrenaline rush, and the feeling of being alive, almost like she was made for this. She does care about her pack very deeply, her accomplishments not belonging to her, but her pack. She is quite humble and doesn’t take responsibility for her accomplishments. She is a bit of an airhead and gets fooled quite easily.