Twoface is a vulgar brown wolf with striking gold face and shoulders. He is currently a mentor who resides in Elder's Alders. He is the mate of Ember.
Twoface was the meanest fatass chaser in Phoenix Tribe's first hunting party, Swift Claws. He was fucking strong back then and shit, skin thick as a tree with muscle. He could carry four elks on his back, probably, he was that in shape.
Sigh... if only his head wasn't just as thick! His mate Ember points that out more than anyone else. He rarely thinks before he opens his trap. He's gotten in trouble for speaking out of line far too many times.
He had always gotten along well with those little fuckin' rats, though - you know, pups. Despite being a somewhat questionable influence, they loved playing with him and messing shit up! They learned some seriously cool moves and found a love for hunting with him. He loved racing them and trying to crush their egos, and the pups thought he was this ultra macho superstar because of how good he was.
He would hunt max hours each day with the Swift Claws. He got along best with his mate, Ember, who he bickered endlessly with as they chased. Their huntmates - another pairbond named Polar and Haven - were weirdly turned off by him, but they had known each other for most of their lives and got along fine. They were family but not friends, he felt. Didn't stop him from jabbing a few mindless comments their way, although it'd earn him a nip on the flank from the mate.
As he got older, his bones got achey in the morning, and he had found a love for teaching. He finally announced his retirement after Swift Claws dissolved, since Polar and Haven now had an (adopted) handfull of a litter to raise. He offered to mentor them and became something of an uncle to the pups. He liked One the best because of her fiesty attitude, often praising her and trying to push the other shy ones out of their shell by encouraging One's forward behavior.
In retirement, Twoface has been working with Cel on writing down his epic training tips. They're not really seeing eye to eye on it, since Twoface can't read Clawmark but is trying to nitpick how Cel writes it. When not writing his instructive guides for the next generation, he offers training lessons for any pup, paw, or wolf in the Tribe. He also spends time with Ember, who continues to hunt with Dawn Flashfire, and occasionally goes on training ventures that look totally not similar to nature walks and are NOT lame ass nature walks. They're training. To get buffer, even as an old fart like himself.
Twoface's Mentor Adventures
After Polar and Haven's litter, Twoface instructed the vile litter that came into camp: their names were Raven, Ant, and Rowan. The pups were sickly for most of their time, so he had to be gentle with them and often spent time in the Bitter Den after their training sessions. It didn't stop him from training them to be macho hunters, though! He found Raven to be the fiestiest and most promising of the group, and saw his seething inner frustration as determination to be the strongest wolf ever! He pushed him the hardest of the three. The girl, Rowan, seemed much more aloof and uninterested in training, preferring to do things by herself and only halfassing his exercises. Ant was enthusiastic but not driven enough, easily giving in when Twoface pushed him.
Scar: Wrist [Left]
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