bainbridge

Lore

Deep in the heart of the woodlands, a wolf lie with a tongue curled out and blood staining his pearly white fur.
His face had a long cut laid across his cheekbone, and his shoulder had several claw marks that dripped red. Bainbridge stuck out like a sore thumb in the autumn shade, his pelt a stark contrast from the orange and red shades around him. The browning trees and shrubs provided coverage, but the copper scent was thick in the air and thats how Ala founded the white wolf.
After an intense dominance was set and snark in between each of their burning eyes, Ala went off in search of herbs for the wounds and came back with little medicine to patch Bainbridge up. An herbalist called Griswold that would help him back on his paws was laid a promise on Ala's lips when they began to venture to the rocky mountains.

Many moons later with the scars to document his first arrival and his battle of survival, Bainbridge had been vainglorious and always set Ala's teeth on edge. He'd strayed away from the pack by becoming a scout, and he very often ventured to faraway lands with a bitter regard to wariness. Despite Bainbridge's lack of manners and cruel behaviors, he fell in love with a wolf called Passionfruit. He's eagerly expecting her pups any day now, and cares for her while he can.