Coming from the cold tundras, Creamsicle's white coat has become something of a hidrence. Despite it, he's convinced of his ability as a hunter; it's true that the team has been very good, but whether that's his doing is questionable... vain and convinced of his handsome nature, it's unsure whether he intends to stay in the pack now that he knows he's not going to be permitted to breed. But for now, at least, he seems content to stalk around camp with whatever grouse he insists he managed to bring down, ignoring everyone else's sighs and eye rolling.
Hunter 
Hunter