Theon

Theme song: Another One Bites The Dust

Your initial encounter with Theon was short and uneventful, as he barely acknowledged your presence when you were introduced to the group of young wolves he was with. He continued to lounge casually, his eyes closed as if he were bored with the entire situation.
In response to his apparent disregard for you, you decided to do the same. Or so you thought.

But the bastard wasn't easy to ignore. Despite your best efforts, your eyes couldn't resist catching a brief glimpse of him when he popped into view. He seemed to have a way of making himself known, even when he wasn't doing or saying anything particularly noteworthy.

Days passed before he acknowledged you during your visit to the training area. The place, made of flat stones in a circular shape, had been worn down by years of wolf activity and the grass was now replaced by dirt and dust.

The air was mild enough, and a couple wolves were already present, some of them resting, others engaged in sparring.

That's when Theon sauntered over to you after dispatching his sparring partner with a nonchalant flick of his paw.

"So, new meat," he drawled lazily, one ear perked up in your direction as if you were no more than an irritating fly buzzing around his head. His eyes, a piercing shade of warm brown, dared you to react. "What brings you to our little den of misfits?"

"Training," you shot back, trying to hide your surprise at the sudden attention. You'd heard about Theon's biting wit, but this was the first time it was directed at you. "And I'm not new here anymore."

Theon's lip curled in a half-smirk, baring just a glimpse of sharp canines.

"Oh, feisty. I like that." He circled you, sizing you up as if you were his next meal. "Well, come on then, whelp, show me what you've got."

You narrowed your eyes, a challenge flashing in them.

"I've been training for moons, wise-tail. I'm not afraid to put you in your place."

Theon laughed, the sound grating like sandpaper on rock.

"Big words for a little pup." He adopted a fighting stance, the muscles in his lithe form rippling beneath his pelt. "Let's see if you can back them up."

The sparring match that ensued was nothing short of brutal. Theon was every bit as skilled as his reputation suggested, but you held your own admirably. You managed to land a few glancing hits here and there, each one eliciting a low growl of annoyance from him.

By the end of the match, both of you panted heavily, coated in a sheen of sweat and pride bruised. Theon extended a paw as a sign of respect, his eyes flickering with something akin to reluctant admiration. "Not bad, fleabag. You've got some bite to you."

You couldn't help smiling as you gingerly nudged his paw, your heart still thumping in your chest.

"And here I thought I was just another easy meal."

The corners of Theon's mouth twitched upward, his version of a smile.

"Well, looks like we might have some hope for you yet."

From that day on, Theon was... not exactly your friend, but someone in your corner. He continued to needle and tease you at every opportunity, but it was clear that beneath the prickly exterior lay a warrior who knew just how to push you to be better. And while you hated to admit it, you found yourself looking forward to your spars with the infuriating wolf

Birth Pack: Ravengarde Tribe
Father: Tormund
Role: Warrior
Relationships: Nerissa (mother)

Theon was a wolf not easily forgotten. The tribe knew him as an unparalleled warrior, swift and ruthless in combat. Yet within him resided a spirit of nonchalance that bordered on rebellion.

When he wasn't patrolling the territory with his squad, he could be found at the training arena. It was here that he truly shined as both a warrior and coach. He especially enjoyed working with the yearlings of the tribe, pushing them beyond their limits and showing them what they were truly capable of. His unorthodox methods may have raised some eyebrows among the older members of the tribe, but no one could deny the results when they saw them.