B A Y 
b r e e d
European wolf
a g e
A single year
r a n k
Juvenile
g e n d e r
Male
c o a t
Bay’s coat consists of a rusty brown colour. This is of course only the base colour; creams make their place known over his muzzle and chin as well as part of his neck and shoulders. Black is also very prominent in his coat. The dark colour is over the top half of his face, it also runs along the back of his neck and shoulders, down his back and covers just the base of his tail before dusting the tip.
e y e s
His eyes are a rich amber.
b u i l d
Still being a young wolf he has a slighter build than what he will have as he gets older. For now he is on the heavier side of a light build.
p e r s o n a
This yearling is a playful young male. He loves showing off in front of others, whether it’s beating someone in a contest or just strutting his stuff around the other wolves. The young Bay is still pup like, having innocence and naivety about most things. Being young he is also highly energetic, never able to keep still for more than a few seconds unless he’s sleeping and even then he will often twitch as he dreams.
Bay doesn’t trust very easily, even if he’s mucking around and playing with someone doesn’t mean he trusts them. Trust is very hard for him and because of this if someone breaks his trust it will take a lot for him to forgive them.
w e a k n e s s e s
His often lack of real trust for wolves. His naivety. Being still young he’s not as strong as most wolves.
s t r e n g t h s
His boundless energy.
h a b i t s
He’s always twitching and moving, never able to sit still for long. He loves to be active.
h i s t o r y
It’s still a work in progress, likely to be revealed through rp. (if anyone can gain his trust)
f a m i l y
Eliza (mother)
Johan (father)
Bekky (sister)
c r u s h i n g o n
No wolf at the moment
Rp example:
The brown wolf, his basic colouring like that of rusted metal, trudged through the thickly forested area. Sometimes he would have to squeeze under fallen trees or low lying limbs, other times there would not be enough room to go under and he would have to do what he could to clamber over them or find another way around. Where was he going? Well, even he wasn’t too sure of that. He’d gotten lost in the forest hours ago.
Bay, for this is what the wolf called himself, had grown tired trying to find a path through the dense undergrowth. Even his usual endless reserve of enthusiasm was wearing thin. The young male began to wonder if he would ever make it out of the forest, what if it never ended, just kept going on forever and ever? His face fell. It would be the. Worst. Possible. Thing!
“I have to get out of here!” he muttered desperately to himself.
Darkness was soon drawing in, however, leaving little light for Bay to see by. Giving up for the day, the male curled up, wishing for better things on the morrow.
Eventually morning came and Bay greeted it with a yawn. Lifting his head he rose to his paws. With his good sleep, the young male was feeling refreshed and energised. Seeing a log resting within the fork of another tree the end touching the ground, he happily bounced over it, climbing up it to get some height. Now able to see some of the forest around him where it wasn’t so thick Bay was able to see where the forest was beginning to thin out.
“Perhaps that will lead me out of this place!” Wagging his tail, his mood was much lighter than the day before.
“Woopee!” He leaped off the log to the ground below.
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