Syrup was the sweetest boy of the Forget-Me-Not Pack, his happy-go-lucky demeanor earning him his name. Brought in as an abandoned young pup, no one suspected any greatness out of him; he was a matted, dirty, and downtrodden thing. After gaining a nice warm den to sleep in, the security of packmates, and a few hearty meals, Syrup began to grow quickly. When he was finally able to clean himself and grow in a new layer of his coat, he shocked everyone with his beauty. All the pupsitters fawned over his charming, soft pink pelt, marbled limbs, and piercing blue eyes. Fully grown, Syrup earned the title as the pack's first breeding male, and became a full-time chaser, to boot.
Syrup had a very friendly and natural attitude, always smiling and laughing. His naive personality does, however, make him fairly easy to take advantage of. It was not a rare sight to see his packmates conning him into doing their duties for them.
