Character Birthdate (including year): 23 September '09
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
Species: 50% arctic wolf (Canis lupus arctos), 50% grey wolf (Canis Lupus)
Gender: Female
A secondary form of contact: AIM: Maritkb
Currently played characters: Dawali Amara
Her legs were sore, and her pelt was thin; thinner than it should be, even for this season. But, then again her fur had never been particularly full. She granted her sores and other afflictions no attention, but merely focused on keeping her mind calm and empty as the scents of Dahlia entered her nostrils and lingered long enough there for her to register them. None of them were overly familiar to her, even if she did recognize them. Conor's was thick around here, and she noticed how it was similar to Emwe's, which both calmed and upset her at the same time. She moved carefully and silently, but halted once she realized that she was close to trespassing. Was she trespassing? How long had she been away? It felt like an eternity, and not. But was she not family, still? She did not know any of her family members well. Sure, they had taken care of her, and she knew them to an extent, but there was little they knew of her, and now, everything could have changed. Everything except how she was exactly the same, and not. So small and timid was she, as if she were still a young child, even though she was not. Her mother had been small for a female, she remembered, but Vesle was simply tiny. Her little luperci feet stood still and her tail quivered as she thought, ears halfway raised and halfway flat. Finally, she let out a high-pitched cry for Conor's attention, and planted her tiny bum on the ground, knees drawn up towards her chest. Clutching the misplaced book of pictures and children's stories in a strange and foreign language, she looked as if that was all she had in this world. And perhaps it was.