Deynfyr

                                                                                     ❖ Male ❖ King ❖ 💗 Embla                                                                                                                    Reliable 🍀 Loyal 🍀 Courageous 🍀 Adventurous 🍀 Frivolous 🍀 Cynical 🍀 Moody                                                          ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════

Deynfyr grew up in an average sized pack. The leader had claimed a harsh territory to call his own; located by the ocean, affected by strong winds and storms and with only a few smaller shelters to offer. Puppies born into pack learned quickly what it meant to fight for survival. Prey was scarce, their main food source were birds which lived in and around bodies of water or the ocean itself. However, one couldn't complain about the view and the beauty of their territory. Deynfyr was a grandson of the pack leader, but he wasn't in the selection to become heir to the pack. It wasn't his goal either way so he was fine with his position as an aspiring hunter. 

Expecting to stay in his birth pack, Deynfyr trained hard to gain a permanent position in one of the hunting teams. He also tried to win over one of the females, but she wasn't interested. Since he wasn't even one year old, he didn't care too much about it. 

One day, close to his first birthday, Deynfyr was challenged by his grandfather, the pack leader himself. Young and still inexperienced in fighting, he stood no chance against the experienced, older male. Deynfyr was injured quite badly and chased out of the territory. The pack's herbalist went after him in secret and treated his wounds. 

When he had healed, Deynfyr went back to the border of the territory. He sat down and waited, and waited. Hours passed, even though they had noticed him. His grandfather eventually showed up and sat down too, showing no aggression. Deynfyr wanted to know why he had been treated so badly, injured to the point where he could've lost his life. There was a long pause before the pack leader spoke. He told him that there was no place for Deynfyr in his pack and that he wasn't cut out for this life. Then he left.

Lost and without much of a choice, Deynfyr left his homeland and aimlessly wandered around the lands. One faithful day he stumbled upon Embla and fell in love with her. 

Nowadays he is the King of Angharad, ready to strike at anyone who threatens his family. He isn't sad about the fact he was rejected by his birth pack, for it allowed him to find true love and lead a family of his own without any violence. Besides his position as king, he is also the stalker of a hunting team, trainig the younger hunters.