Terran

Terran is the soft and reclusive herbalist of the Dawn Shadow pack. He dislikes speaking very much. preferring to keep to himself. However, when there are wolves in need of help, he is always quick to assist them.

He was among the first few wolves to join Evanthe in the battle against the moor wolves. During the battle, he realized it was not his position to fight but to heal. Ever since he became the first herbalist of the pack.

Excerpt:

"Terran," came a harsh bark from someplace in the brush. The dark brown adolescent opened one eye from where he rested in the shade. The bark sounded again, but louder this time. Slightly nettled, the young wolf sat up, his yellow eyes searching the clearing.

"Merrow!" he called out, recognizing the brash tone of the Tundra wolf. He saw her emerge from the shade, her birch grey fur ruffled and sticking up in tufts. Terran grimaced at her foul-tasting scent as she drew closer to him, her eyes glittering with some unreadable expression.

"You're lazy," he caught a faint snarl in her tone and flinched, dropping his gaze to the ground. "Vesper and Varro are hunting. Oriana and Chivalry are watching the pups. I've been patrolling the territory from dawn till dusk, and you've been here all day sleeping."

Terran's belly twisted with guilt. "I'm sorry Merrow," he whispered, scuffing his paws on the earth. "I've just been thinking."

"Thinking." His mother figure echoed scathingly. "You've been thinking while the rest of us work our pelts off!"

Terran bit his tongue. He knew she wasn't patrolling at all. From the scent on her fur, she had been seeing another wolf... and an enemy one at that. He had recognized the foul scent of a male on her pelt as he had checked her for fleas.

"Sorry," he murmured, shutting his eyes.

Merrow curled her lip, taking another stride forward. Her hot breath billowed on his muzzle and her yellow eyes flashed. "You know what?" she growled. "I'm done with your negligence!"

"My negligence?" he burst out. "You don't even scout! You're-"

He yelped in pain as he felt teeth clamp around his throat. Terran felt his breath catching in his throat, and fell limp in her grip. Merrow dropped him ungraciously on the earth, glowering down at him. Terran flattened his ears in a sign of submission, his eyes widened fearfully.

Merrow had always been unkind. She had never been one to be good-hearted or caring. But he never knew that she would attack him.

He felt the hot sting of blood trickling down his neck fur. For the first time, Terran felt truly terrified of his campmate. Her muzzle wrinkled, her teeth bared, Terran realized that she truly was unafraid to hurt him for his knowledge.