-Passiflora-

M / Peach (0.2%) / Muted Light II / Vulgar / Passion Eyes / Albinism Carrier / 7M
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Passiflora grew up in a rather crowded pack. Her mother was an albino female, which made her outstand in comparison to the green foliage of the rainforest that they lived in. While her sister, on the other hand, was more similar to their father, whom was the leader of the pack at that time.
They lived at a tranquil pace, always hearing the fainted rustle of the leaves above their heads that seemed to calm everyone down. Passiflora was the biggest pup out of all the litters that were born around the same time, though many of his play-mates felt intimidated by his size and attitude. Afterall, he wasn't that good of a fighter or hunter, as he seemed more interested in the countless of plants and ferns of the deep jungle.

When it came the time for him to disperse, nobody needed to tell him twice. In the blink of an eye, he was far long gone and to never be seen again. He travelled for awhile, coming across some other groups of wolves in the proccess. But Passiflora wasn't interested in them, he had never found a role that could fit him completely in his old pack, and in a loner group he wouldn't either.
Passiflora then found himself in a compromised situation, when he ran into a herd of what it appeared to be "giant-fat-alligators-without-scales" to him. One of them turned his head towards Passiflora, looking him dead in the eye, with a pair-of-something that resembled... horns? What is this thing? Passiflora mentally raced for anything that could get him out of this "little problem".

Before Passiflora could get squashed into the ground by those horns, a nearby yowl crossed the air, followed closely by another one, and another one...
'HEY ! What are you doing there!?!' -what looked to be a young gray wolf appeared from a hidden hill nearby.- 'What the hell were you thinking?! Those bison are gonna smash your head in no-time!'
After she said this, Passiflora seemed to get out of his trance and backed away quickly. Making the so called "bison", go wild.
Other wolves came into view from the same place the first one had, but for Passiflora they weren't his biggest trouble at the moment. Being chased by a couple of hundreds of ginormous beasts changes people.
Whilst he ran for his live, he managed to get some glances at his saviours:

The young one who he had encountered at first was currently herding around the bisons, snarling at them to get them moving to another direction. It was clear that the she was going to be a beautiful wolf when she grew up completely, as she seemed too small to be an adult, she was probably an old apprentice. There were visibles two more figures in the unfolded chaos, one of which was a piebald with an uncommon purple-redish tone. Last but not least, a beige-coated wolf with an amber gaze, who appeared to be most experienced of the trio. Giving some nips here and there to the "bison" so they would give up their chase after him.
The herd, tired of all these wolves pestering them like the flies they are, gave up the stampede. Leaving a breathless Passiflora lying in the dust, surrounded by a bunch of unknown strangers:

The wolves introduced themselves as Itziar, Borealis and Horus. They stated that they were in a hunting mission currently, and that they didn't expect to see such an abrupt show. Passiflora couldn't tell if they were joking or not, especially Itziar. Even if she didn't speak during that time, her look told that she was judging him by every single move Passiflora made. A chilling shiver ran through his spine. It almost looked as Itziar was a statue who carried many secrets untold.
They chatted for awhile, finally offering Passiflora a stay in their pack. Even hinting that they were in dear need of a herbalist.
Hearing those words filled Passiflora's heart with a warm sensation... herbalist... yeah that sounded right. He gladly accepted the offer, and when it came the time to talk with the Lead it all went quite nicely. He even got the herbalist role! Passiflora felt extremely lucky, but that didn't mean that he was going to be all "lovey-dovey", reassuring his patients with kind words or any of those traditional medic things. If any wolf is sick, it doesn't mean that he has to be all understandable or compasssionate.
He specially enjoys the time were he goes foraging, as then nobody can bother him with their problems. Passiflora also has trouble with applying his knowledge on himself, for whatever reason.

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- This guy right here is the medic, and he somehow almost everytime I check everyone else, he is sick. I think he knows how to cure his patients, except himself. But we love him for that -