Sparrow

A skinny male wolf passes by as you observe the Flock's current camp, who offers you a cautious glance through heavy panting. Alongside some other wolves, he's seemingly returning from a hunting trip with an elk carcass. You recognize the others as the wolves who offered directions to their camp, Osprey and Eagle, tailed by two adolescents sporting pinkish coats and a standoffish blue female with a bright emerald gaze.

He stops after exchanging some words with the others. He trots over to you and introduces himself, albeit mumbled and almost indiscernable, as Sparrow. He takes your name, utters "nice to meet you," and stalks off to join the other hunters.

Perhaps the most skilled member of the rag-tag Flock is Sparrow, a ratty male with tangled fur and a huddled posture. He was a member, then named Dusty, of a pack decimated by disease, leaving all he knew with his huntmate Branch (Eagle) and seeking refuge with the newly formed Flock as winter began. He's somewhat of a loner, but is close with his hunting party despite his disinterest in most activities.