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The most important thing you need to know about Spectrum is that he's a nutcase. A total goofball. His choice of words might be somewhere along the lines of "fun-loving" or "enthusiastic" but everybody knows he just loves messing with packmates. If he actually wants to take something seriously, he still pretends it's all a joke just to keep the mood light, because any situation grim or grave enough to catch his attention could probably use the humor. His favorite saying is "We never really grow up. We just learn how to act in public." He finds it funny because not only has he not grown up, he definitely doesn't know how to act in public. Or if he does, he doesn't make an effort to show it. Other than his wacky tendencies, he is very caring and accepting of anyone, no matter their looks or ability. He believes it's the heart that counts. Spectrum's pelt, as his name suggests, is made up of a variety of colors, including white, grey, silver, black, dust, copper, and a shade of orange he calls "rust". His eye color on its own is very plain, a muddy brown, but the coloration around his eyes in sync with his face muscles gives him a very charismatic appearance. He is average size for a male, perhaps a little lighter in weight than he should be for his age, and not particularly strong. Don't underestimate yet, though. His defining physical trait is the intense speeds he can reach. He is also a quick thinker, planning ahead just enough in battle and hunting so he keeps himself out of trouble, but also making sure he's in the moment and not distracted by the future. He puts this ability to good use in his daily life, as well. Spectrum only eats when he's hungry, and he does his best to help out where and when he can around camp. Most importantly, he has the power to assess a situation, whether it's for himself or others, and make the best choice, regardless of past experiences or worries about the result. He handles problems as they come, and he handles then well. He prefers not to talk of his far past, as it is behind him, but recently he had been traveling with a rowdy pack of rogues, until he happened across the peaceful forest of Endless Journey. When the packs relocated and became Evalos, he went with them.

name: Ventana

gender: Female

breed: arctic wolf

height: 25 inches (63 centimetres)

weaght: 120 pounds

hength: 6 feet (1.8 metres) long including the tail

pack: Luminix Mountain (waiting)

rank: omaga (waiting)

cruch: open

mate: open

age: 3

Summary: Ventana is a young and stunning female she is so placid and calm with a soft white pelt and bright amber eyes. She's smart,loyal and hardworking she trys her best at tasks she's given, she always believes that hope is near and looks on the brighter side of things, she's a follower and don't realy like giving orders, she stays away from arguments/fights when she can. She recently run away from her own pack because of roage males and chose to wander the snowy hills on her own. It has been a very hard winter with slim pickings yet she has manage to hunt for herself and kept herself moving closer to her soon to be new pack. With a final hard push she grows closer to the wafting smell of new wolfs she hopes her journey ends here.

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Hydrian is there like a shadow until you need her. Her ready smile is only for those who give their things freely and don't require any help in return. Hydrian knew the dirt on everyone, and if you aren't someone dear to her, she'd be free with that information to give to whoever she wanted - at a price. Hydrian was the former omega in a large pack called Chaos, the name hinting at the pack's well-known brutality and chaotic nature. Her skin is riddled with small bumps and scabs where her old pack members had nipped her, and there were small scars on her muzzle where the fur would not grow back.