Name: Sitka

Gender: Male

Age: 3 years old

Pack: Helidos

Rank Requested: Hunter

Appearance:
Sitka's fur is of a light russet hue with a white blaze running from his muzzle down his belly and along the insides of his legs. He has a cold, silver-lined blue gaze and rounded ears. Although he is careful to keep a presentable appearance, he normally isn’t too concerned about regular grooming or keeping his naturally messy fur in sleek perfection. He's about 82 centimeters in height, and around 135 pounds.  Sitka isn’t especially fast at distance running, though he has whiplash strength and everlasting stamina because of his lean, but robust, stature.

Most wolves find it hard to keep steady eye contact with his cutting, perceptive gaze, making him appear intimidating and withdrawn, though he is amiable to those he has grown close to and enjoys playing pranks. Sitka is a keen opportunist. A natural leader, made so by his past, he has a commanding presence and is assertive. He has an ease with words useful in diplomacy, preferring to resolve conflicts with little violence, unlike his rash and overconfident brother who was killed in a raid. However, like his deceased brother, Sitka is a skilled fighter who gains the confidence of his comrades through his charm and ability to rapidly make decisions concerning trivial situations or issues. He is steadfastly loyal to those he cares about and will defend them with tooth and claw, even at the cost of his life.

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History:
Both his father and mother were loners their whole lives; as a result, Sitka was raised without the comforts and safeties of pack life. He was born to a large litter of six, though he was forced to watch four die to the fangs and talons of predators. Against all odds, his only remaining brother was the runt, names Ezekeial. At age one year, the scarcity of prey drove him and his brother to disperse of their little pack. Along the way, Ezekeial was accepted into a pack, though Sitka choose to remain a loner and roam the lands freely, much to his brother’s distress. They swore an oath to one day be reunited. Sitka has yet to be reunited with his brother, but wishes to find him one day. He wishes to have his brother live in a pack with him and train together as they did when they were young. He often revisits the times he had with his siblings, and his parents. But he realizes it's all in the past, then nostalgia lingers within him for a few hours.
   
Sitka continued his journey, uncertain of his motive and unwilling to join any of the packs he came across despite being accepted into most of them. However, he is content wandering as a rogue and is searching for a compatible mate. Along the way, he came across another lone wolf he came to respect as a great ally and loyal friend by the name of "Lex." Although they were separated in a storm, Sitka continued to search for her to find the most gruesome discovery. He found his companion's body frozen, torn, and blood-stained. His nightmares were now a reality, but he continued his trek though the tough wilderness for another two months before coming across Age Of The Wolves. Before his appearance in Age, he belonged to a pack named Cedar Grove. He enjoyed himself there and liked the atmosphere of the area. But not long after his arrival in the area, the three packs in the area had fallen upon hard times and many were forced to leave to lack of prey. They all scattered, went in their own directions to find a new home. He does think of the Haven and has moments of depression.  Since his leave of Cedar Grove, Sitka tries to keep his scent from the area in memory. He wishes to meet some of the three packs again to remember the memories the lands gave them.

Joining Keys: Member posted the joining keys and have been removed for the fair joining of future members. - Elder Azul

How did you find Age? Through Haven's Grove

Example Post:
(A post from Sitka on HG)
The ginger brute watched the female as she crept her way over the frozen waters. He found it strange, yet intriguing in a way. She was being very careful, but it was clear she was nervous of what may happen. Sitka didn't blame her. He would be terrified to go out such a way over ice that could crumble beneath his paws. Shivering at the near thought of the cold water, he kept an eye on the wolf. Although he had no idea who she was, he was still going to jump into action if anything may happen to the young she-wolf. He couldn't help but wonder who the ghostly wolf was. She hadn't noticed him in the slightest, but there was a familiar scent the was strung in the air. He couldn't pinpoint the exact smell, but he knew that it was one he was aware of. The masculine shook off the thought of the scent and looked at the female one more time. She had moved a little farther, but not by much.

Memories flooded back to the brute as he sat in silence. Thoughts of his life and Ezekeial and their promise to reunite. Lex was brought to his mind. Oh, how he loved that little wolf. She was a large part of his life as a rouge until her frozen death in the blinding winters.

As he waited to see if the female would return to shore, his appetite was gnawing at his stomach. He finally gave in to the growling beast. There wasn't much food around, everyone knew that. Scraps were manageable, but not as filling as others would expect. Trailing though the brush near the lake, a small bird was noticeable through the bare branches. The ginger mass quickly ran in for the kill. He moved too quickly. The bird flew away in fright as Sitka stood there, scowling. He barked once in irritation, but continued on his hunt for a meal. Eventually, an older elk carcass could be found a short ways from the lake. it was fairly new, but not entirely. He scrounged out the scraps between the cow's bones and ate as much as there was to eat.
With a full belly, he made his way back to the shoreline to check on the smaller she-wolf on the ice.

To Sitka's surprise, the little snowy she-wolf was happily skating over the thickened ice. She sure is enjoying herself. Sitka thought to himself as he silently watched. It was a sight he hadn't seen before. He only wondered how she learned to do such a thing... and preform it with such grace and agility. His ears perked in the other's direction as he could slightly see her lift her maw up to the sky. He though she had scented him, but she then carried on her own business. He sat and watched silently as more snow fell around him. It was quiet enough to where you could hear the crystal-like sounds of the snowflakes. it was tranquil and very relaxing to Sitka. To not destroy the nice moment, he sat quietly, listened to the snowflakes, and watched the little she-wolf carry on her joyful skating.

Okay, I've changed it from Warrior to Hunter.

I added a short paragraph on his leave from Haven's Grove.

I think both are now to appropriate length.