Hollis

personality: He's a calculated leader, and keeps most things close to his chest. He's impatient with orders, and does not easily forgive mistakes, much less insults or outright disrespect. Most of the pack does not know much about him, and that's the way he likes it, as he believes he commands more authority that way.

lore: He has been followed all his life by bad luck. His mother died minutes after his birth - a wolf cherished for her strong genetics and large litters. Hollis was the only pup born in his litter, a first for his parents. His pack took his mother's death hard, and although they never said it aloud, many of them blamed Hollis for it. 

Later, his father died in an accident while trying to teach a young Hollis how to hunt. Hollis himself was badly injured, and crawled his way back to the pack alone, hoping for solace. He was greeted instead with fear and rejection from his pack-mates, now believed to be cursed. From then on, he stayed on the outskirts of the den, watching and learning from afar, all while scavenging leftovers.

He taught himself to hunt and tried to gain back his pack's approval with his catches. He never seemed able to catch enough. One day, he came upon a lone wolf who had just finished slaying a cougar all by himself, now badly injured. The other asked for help, and in return, he would allow Hollis to share in his meal. Hollis paused, struck with memories of his father in a similar position long ago. He thought for a moment, and then fell upon the injured stranger, ending his life. He dragged the stolen cougar carcass back to his distanced pack, trying once more prove to his strength and devotion.

They weren't paying attention; at that moment, most of them were gathering around the aged pack leader, long afflicted with some unknown illness. As Hollis' cries for attention grew louder, the old pack leader finally died. Hollis' pack-mates turned on him, believing Hollis to be the cause. They ran him out of the pack for good, promising that if he ever returned that he would meet a swift and painful end.

From there he grew bitter and walked the world truly alone. For months he paced deeper into the mountains, and deeper into his own mind. He began to believe the tales of his former pack-mates - he was cursed.