Ravnor

Ravnor is an old, grizzled wolf who was one of the founding members of Fen and remembers the chaos of the first months, when they didn’t have enough paws yet to fill all positions that Revukan wanted filled. He’d always said he was being too much of a worry-wart, and Ravnor ended up getting the right of it.

Revukan had seen his talent for leading early on, with his sharp insight and equally sharp tongue. Not long after Ravnor himself had joined the pack, he suddenly found himself in command of a whole hunting group, and swore to not let Revukan down. He and the other members of Noirax have done an incredibly job of feeding Fen ever since, and some other packs too. Ravnor doesn’t mind. He liked his assignment. As long as it spread some good in the world.

Ravnor has been around for a while, and as a result, has quite a filthy mouth. He has been chased out of Dromor several times, by angry pupsitters and mothers, for teaching the pups filthy jokes. He can never help but grin widely when he hears the pups whine as he is sprinting back to Velruri with his tail between his legs. As a result, the newer hunting squad Rev’kera gets along with him amazingly, and hearing them spin their own tales based on things he'd taught them is an absolute treat.

When his old bones and age started weighing on him, he started training Rhalyf. She eventually grew up and is now a fully-fledged member of Noirax. Ravnor is glad to see his old buddies and the new wolf getting along and bringing back meat for the pack. He can rest easy in the den, feeling accomplished.

His old bones however won't let him rest completely, and he's been known to go out on scouting trips every once in a while. Revukan is wary at this, as he doesn't want the old hunter to have an accident and pass away from the den while he's out, but Ravnor laughs his concerns away and returns in one piece every time, so Revukan lets him.