Stern young Hróarr, the black sheep of his birth pack. Sent on a scouting expedition he was not intended to return from; and he knew as much. For several months he wandered alone, growing lean and gaunt. His marengo coat shaggy and losing the natural shine it had always carried.
Desperate for food Hróarr noted a small hunting party of four wolves, they moved swiftly after their prey but he knew, observing them, that they would need another set of fangs. Boldly the luna marked male joined their pursuit, giving chase to the stag.
With the addition of a fifth wolf the hunting party found themselves victorious, the elk had fallen and their pack would not go hungry. The hunting party's leader, a
cream wolf named Brenna offered Hróarr a chance, perhaps not to join them, but to at least put his case to their leader.
As the small party made to bring the kill back a
pretty young wolf moved up beside him, "
Staffan can seem harsh on first impression but he is not so cold. You'll be fine."
Hunter 
Hunter