Cinnoba of the Singing Mountain

Name: Cinnoba

Age: 1.5-2 yrs old 

Build: Medium to Large

Status: Wanderer

Home Pack: The Singing Mountain Pack

Physical Description: Equipped with a pair of powerful legs and a refined frame to compliment them, he is a true wolf of the mountain tops, capable of traversing the rocky and treacherous slopes of his home and the forests along the mountainsides. His fur flows along from his body with a soft, bushy tail, adding to his size. His coat is dominantly grey-white with his underbelly a soft-white/silver that blends with the snow and darkens up along his back to darker greys and streaks of black along his sides to camouflage him in the alpine environments of his homeland. He peers out to the world with humble eyes that burn with a silent vigil as he wears a calm expression on his face. As he travels down life's paths, he savors his environment, taking in the beauty of the moments he finds himself in. He carries himself with confidence in his ability and wears a soft smile when in the company of others - he can be seen in the wilderness admiring the peaceful beauty of the territory, or basking in partial shade as he naps and rests his weary soul. Those who meet him in the wilderness may note the purposeful strides he carries himself with and the ease of his movements through the even grounds, having been use to the mountainous terrain of the farther northern regions or the steely focus he has as he goes on the hunt and attentively surveys new lands with ears and snout perked up to the high winds, taking in the low winds of nearby creatures. 

Personality: An easy going and compassionate wolf, he is often easy to get along with most others he meets, though he will not stand for being pushed around nor any tarnish on his pride or reputation. As a hunter of the frigid north he cares deeply about nature and was taught at a young age to do all he could to maintain the delicate balance of nature. He never hunts nor devours more than what he needs, only gorging when he suspects when game would be scarce and will not waste any kill or opportunity to survive. Though being a wolf is a great source of pride for him, he's also humbled by it as well. Nature revolves around the cycle of life and death and it is facilitated by the carnivores of an ecosystem. Like anything, an environment's resources are finite and can only sustain so many in one area. To this end, he believes it is his burden and honor to keep the numbers of herbivores low, less they destroy the vegetation and landscape of his home. But as he maintains the population of herbivores in the area, it is also his responsibility to fight for his territory and will not suffer encroachment from unwelcomed interlopers into his territory when times are lean, but when times are plenty or there are some resources to spare - Cinnoba may be willing to share in his bounty particularly if he is shown the respect afforded to him as the keeper of his lands. However he is all too aware that he is not the most powerful creature that walks the lands and knows his limits of strength when compared to other carnivores such as bears and just how he, himself, could become prey to another or be slain by the creatures he hunts.

When he's in a pack he takes this mindset with him, working toward the betterment of the pack as a whole to ensure their continued survival and though he doesn't rightly seek rulership over a pack, he will fight for it, if he feels that the change is needed for one reason or another. But as the individual wolf he is naturally quite inquisitive and curious of his surroundings. He yearns to learn about the world  around him and enjoys meeting new faces usually. However he does not think highly of those who needlessly destroy and are so overly aggressive in their hunting that they risk the destruction of their territory. He also does his best to stay out of the sight of humans and away from their towns unless hard-pressed to find food or supplement his diet by foraging in their stone streets, alleyways and farms. In his eyes all life is equal and he is no better or worse than any other creature in the land whether it be a rabbit, or a bear and he strives to coexist with others. He enjoys the vistas of the mountains greatly, especially near or above waterfalls almost as much as he loves to sing and tell stories. When he meets others, one may hear his elegant projection of his voice or the stirring tones of his songs as they echo out, carried on the winds. He's also likely to adopt/protect  pups, but does not actively seek to be a provider as of yet, however he is more than happy to teach others the wisdom and skills of his forebears to ensure prosperity. 

Background: An alpine wolf born of the ruling Singing Mountain Pack, he was raised in the harsh conditions of the far north in a land that was as unforgiving as it was beautiful, glistening like crystals in the sea of white and the clouds which danced below the mountain peaks with the moon high, illuminating it all with its serene glow. He was brought up to not waist anything and to look to all the pack as his family, as any wolf. However Singing Mountain wolves were brought to respect nature in all its forms and to nurture it, ensuring that the precious balance is never disturbed if they were to survive. The springs and summers were beautiful and a true snow-filled paradise, but as winter approached the bonds of the pack were needed most of all to find food and ensure that all were strong to weather  the coming months. If matters weren't worse there were other packs in the mountains that sought to usurp and destroy foolishly what the Singing Mountains sought to preserve.And so life was filled with conflict, but still the songs of his home were heard far and wide as they echoed through the mountains.

When he came of age, he became a natural hunter, with the heart for adventure and a nurturing spirit, he followed the codes of the hunt in choosing his prey as well as approaching. With patience he stalked and maneuvered through the wilderness to out flank and ambush elk and chase away the bears that dared to encroach on his pack's territory. However the Singing Mountain pack was not to last as it grew and stumbled upon a new sight in the mountains. Tall, hairless creatures that walked on two legs and commanded metal beasts. It wasn't long before thunder roared across the mountains with the smell of fire and choking stench that was unknown to the wolf, but would never be forgotten.

Chaos ensued as the two-legs with their thunder sticks came further into the territory and scattered the pack. Though he escaped and waited for the others, calling out into the mountain air, none came and packs like the Blood Maws and Treebark Marchers were to come soon to fight and establish themselves over the territory. If he was to survive, he would have to leave and follow his instincts and life around him. And so, the journey began guided by his faith in his abilities, the scent of the elk and calls of the ravens overhead to lead him to food, water and a new life, he traveled down and across the range, far from the two-legs and far from the fowl stench of death that blanketed the once beautiful mountains, now filled with the eerie silence that threatens to engulf even the most enduring of souls. As he ventured through the mists and over a clear waterfall, he found himself gazing upon the forested valley of Primitive Call. What's to come? What happened on his journey. How will he come to affect the land and its inhabitants? Whose to say, but one thing is for sure. The land is radiant and full of life, ripe to grow new roots and forge new alliances. He is here and it is here he intends to stay.

Dietary Habits: Alone he persists on smaller game such as mice, rabbits and bobcats. There is no need for elk when you travel alone, nor should a kill be wasted. However should he happen upon an elderly elk, or a sickly calf, he will dispatch it to ensure the strength of the herd overall, but does not do so light-heartedly. Carrion is also not off the menu if a land offers no opportunity, or the game is too taxed to be hunted any further. Fish is also a possibility and should a shallow river or lake be found for him to paw at the water to attract the fish and though he prefers meat, he will also scavenge for fruit such as a farmer's melon patch, though only when he absolutely must. A hunter must seek to preserve nature if he is to survive and not waste any opportunity if it is presented, nor should a hunter over indulge, or kill a female or young if it can be helped.

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