Accent: Irish
Favorite Memory: Meeting Watchman during the Great Storm
Favorite Food: Fish
Quote: "I can do anything."
~Irish Belle's Story~
Irish Belle, or commonly and better known as Irish, was lost. After escaping from a ship that captured her from Ireland and carried her to America, she had wandered into a dim forest. Then rain fell. Drops specked Irish's dark pelt and slid off of her water-resistant coat while she trotted. Different scents caught her attention, but she controlled herself so that she would only find shelter. She could tell by the clouds that a storm was brewing. She bristled because of the natural cold of winter and the chilly wind.
The rain grew heavier and the gusts of wind shook her body. She hadn't eaten a decent meal in days. Her fur clung to her skinny frame and she fought against the howling breeze. Small pieces of ice and snow pounded her back. The storm blinded her yellow eyes and the ice cut her paw-pads. Her blood stained the white and the crimson left tracks. She felt nothing. She was numb to the core. She only knew to keep walking.
Watchman's Code ran across from the wind. His pink tongue lolled from his mouth as he rushed for his cave, a well protected hideout he had found a week ago. He took a deep breath of the icy air. Despite the messy climate, he enjoyed snow and so he randomly ran in it. Just because of the weather turned bad doesn't mean I can't continue, he thought with a mischievous grin on his furry face when he had left his hideaway. Blood! He smelled the fresh scent which made his mouth water. It had been a while since he had eaten meat. Maybe I can eat it. He headed towards the scent and to his disappointment, it wasn't food. It was instead a wolf.
Irish woke up in pain and grimaced. Her bloodied paws had been cleaned, but the cuts still stung. She searched for where she was. The walls were rough and the floor was dusty. it was dark, but she could smell another wolf nearby. He must've dragged me here, she decided.
"Where am I?" She asked with a small panic in her voice. "Who are you?"
"You're safe and in my cave." A voice in the dark answered. "I'm Watchman's Code. I found you hurt in the woods. When I reached you, you were halfway covered in snow. At first I thought you were dead. Who are you?"
"Oh." She replied. "I'm Irish Belle."
"You should get some rest." Watchman's Code said. "Rest is one of the best medicine a wolf can have"
Irish nodded her head in agreement. She was tired and he was right, her mother always did say that about rest.
*LATER*
"Hey, I've been thinking." Watchman started.
"Oh?" Irish shrugged. "About what?"
"A pack." Watchman answered. "For a while I've been wanting to have my own pack. I've gotten to know you and I think you'd be a good wolf to have. Would you like to be the first wolf in The Watchmen Pack?"
Irish thought about it for a moment and mentally weighed the pros and cons. Then she finally answered him. "I'd love to join."
Hunter 
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