Iro

As you approach Iro, you notice him talking to a small group of birds, smiling brightly. You pause, watching the birds chirp and sing, completely unafraid of the dark furred wolf. As the birds notice you, they chirp in surprise and fly away. Iro watches them fly away, frowning, but when he turns to you he’s grinning brightly, “Hello there, traveler.” He says gently. You greet him in response, then ask him about the birds. Iro blinks, tilting his head, “You don’t have bird friends? I always get along well with the smaller critters. I try not to scare them, and I keep them safe from owls.” His tail wags, “It’s kind of like how the ravens and crows get along with us, but they’re smaller. I also get along with the weasels.” He hums, thinking for a moment, “Dusk should be coming from his patrol soon, I can probably get a rabbit for him or something.” He gets to his paws, his tail flicking, “I’m a scout, so I have some experience with how things are in new areas. You can ask me for anything if you need it, I’m always willing to help.” He smiles at you once more before walking away.

Iro, a scout of the pack. He gets along very well with small animals like sparrows and weasels, and often names them and sees them as his friends. According to Haruk and Charou, he often sings during his patrols in new areas, attracting birds to him. He gets along well with the pack because of how reliable and loyal he is, though he can be quite sensitive at times. He is quite fond of Charou and it isn’t uncommon to see them together.