🌋Pyre🌋

The young male, with a pelt like a wildfire in the night, had an early life typical of many male pups from his region. He grew up in the mountains, where there is little cover, so prey is naturally little and not especially dense in populations. As a result, packs tend to be small. Young males are forced out after being taught the basic life skills one needs to survive. Pyre holds no bitterness about this, in the culture he was born into that is simply how life goes. A breeding pair allows a few select strong offspring to stay in order to help raise following brothers and sisters, but beyond that it is unsustainable. His unusual coat colour did not serve the pack well for hunting in the rocky mountainous terrain, so he didn't make the cut. 

He joined the pack which would become the Wolves of Salamander Fen when it was just fledging. Gizzard having freshly chosen to leave the over-hunted lands of her pack of origin. He was third to join her, following Elm the scout, and the grumpy older female with an aptitude for herbs, Grub. Before they found the fen, they were transient for some time. Roaming in search of the perfect location to settle down, following deer migration patterns. It was in this time period that they met. As a lone male, he stumbled across them taking down the same doe he had been stalking and wearing down for days. When initial anger died down, he was invited to feed alongside them. After hanging around on the outskirts of the little group for a week or so, Gizzard finally just told him to stop lurking, and officially join them. It wasn't long after that the little group of wolves had a fantastic stroke of luck. They found the Salamander Fen, a rich wetland with bountiful prey. It had clearly been previously occupied, but the prior pack seemed to have been wiped out, perhaps by disease. Thankfully, whatever it was must have no longer been present, as none of Gizzards makeshift pack fell ill.

Of course, a pack needs members to hunt and defend their territory, and can not purely rely on taking in loners to grow. Elm, the other male of their little group had minimal interest in females. So, before long gizzard fell pregnant with the first of Pyre's young. She bore a vivacious female, Aspen, and a dark-furred male pup who's wanderlust led him to set off on his own as soon as he was of age.

Gizzard and Pyre never chose to officially become mates, although they are good friends. There was never much of a romantic spark between them, and Gizzard is deeply focused on her leadership. Regardless, Pyre has over time naturally come to be the main breeding male in the pack. While some of the female pack members chose to stray outside of the territory in their heats, those unrelated to Pyre who wish to bear the young of a fellow packmate gravitate to him naturally.

That said, he is not especially fatherly. He is not unkind to his offspring, but he is somewhat distant and leaves the rearing to other pack members. He does show some warmness to his first pup, Aspen, likely because they have managed to bond a bit while in the same hunting party.

His general temperament is reserved, yet confident. He does not speak unless he truly feels he has something to say. He can be somewhat snide, but it does not come from a place of malice. He takes pride in his place as a chaser in the pack's main hunting party. The quiet way with which he moves gives him an advantage. He is often the one to successfully deliver wounds on large prey, while they are distracted by the other chasing wolves, to help slow it before the finisher moves in.