Igor

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Igor is a kind she-wolf, and an even more important leader. She was born underneath a Solar Eclipse during the middle of Autumn in the Prairie Region. Unlike her siblings, she was the only pup out of the litter that had been born with such brightly "sun" colored eyes. She looks much like her father as well, carrying his signature brown and cream colored coat. She was born the largest out of a litter of five, with three younger brothers and one younger sister. Igor is taller than most she-wolves her age and she seems to carry a more masculine frame that is decorated by hard-earned muscles and battle-scars. Her pack, The Moonset Mountain Pack is a place of comfort for those that were left unwanted by their home packs. Igor wishes to leave no one wolf behind and let everyone know that they are worth something, no matter what age, size, mutation, or skill. Every wolf would have a use in Igor's pack whether it was to be a grand hunter to provide kills for the pack or a nurturing puppy sitter that would teach and care for the next generation.

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She grew up without knowing much about her father. Her mother, Solace, had only told her and her siblings bits and pieces about their father but never too much. Her father was said to be a strong yet delicate wolf that had been ultimately afraid of the commitment of pups and left Solace on her own. Her mother only ever utter her father's name once to her and it had occurred during a spat between the mother and daughter. She had always been observant since she was young and she could tell her mother had adored her younger siblings much more than her due to her identical appearance with her unknown father. It didn't bother her has much as it was supposed to since she had expected it. Igor had barley been five and a half months old when the Prairie Region had gone through a terrible and devastating drought that had left the grass around brittle and dried to the roots. Prey was scarce during these times and it was hard to find food to fill their bellies, much less any clean water to drink. The bones they had licked for scraps of muscle were as dry as the ground and they could only swallow their saliva to stay somewhat hydrated even though their glands were dried. It had only been two weeks into the dry season when a terrible thunderstorm had suddenly occurred. In just a few span of hours after the storm began to brew, a dead tree was hit with a strike of lightning and the barren prairie.