Melanite

Nyx is gone, leaving me as the oldest one of us left. And by us I mean my hunting party, my siblings. The Shadows, the rest of the Pack calls us. It's fitting, I suppose. For me most of all. Black coat, black eyes, a shadow in the night that my prey doesn't see coming until it's too late. Essexite may have been hunting longer than me, but no wolf can match my prowess in the hunt. When the pressure is on and I'm the only wolf who can make a move, I succeed. I don't brag about it to the others, though. I don't need to. My skill will shine through any words. Despite my role in the hunt, I've never been the leader. That's always been Nyx, guiding us, corralling Char and Blend, making sure Cassie is included. And now he's gone. I see the way that Cassie looks to me for leadership, the way that Blend and Char compete over who should lead the way. I see Gigie, frustrated with having to work her way up from the bottom once more. But I don't intervene. I trust that things will work themselves out and that our pack will settle again. In the meantime, I'll keep doing my job and feeding the Pack.

Gender: female
Sexuality: ?
Mate: None
Children: None
Siblings: Onyx, Hornblende, Charcoal, Cassiterite
Parents: Coal and Scoria
Hunter nickname: Mel