.: Snowflake :.

[animalgoddess]

THE “LAST” SURVIVOR
I could really use a wish right now…

Name: Flake
Last name: Sangom
Age: 6 months. (Born second)

Eyes: Golden, (like her father's.)
Coat: Pure, snowflake white. She is a very beautiful wolf. She has a slight, bare, pink spot under her eye. Two, actually, scars. They were given to her by a fight with a hawk, on one of her many first hunts. You usually wouldn't see it.
Personality: Lovely, brave and very confident. She likes the male pups but doesn't show it very much. Flake’s very adventurous and smart. She isn't afraid of anything. She will fight when she needs too without hesitating. However, she absolutely hates water, but is fond of the snow. This is her first winter. She can't swim, either, but can leap well. [EDIT] Ever since Flake parents split, and both her twins died, she has become a more solemn wolf. She plays silently, and is usually wandering alone, quiet and depressed.
History: Flake’s parents have long since separated. At that time, Flake was sure that they didn’t want her, or her brothers. And so together, she led her siblings away from the den one night, determined to live alone and grow strong to make their parents proud. But the survival alone was too much for the pups. They were used to being fed, being able to snuggle with their parents for warmth. But as they ran away, there was nothing to shield them from predators, or the cold North-Wind.

And so, Flake’s brothers, Jackie and Tubby died on the second week alone. Or so she thought... Unknown to her, was that her brothers had merely gone hunting as she slept, and lost their way back. And while Flake searched for them and came across their blood, she assumed the worst.

The blood that they'd spilled while hunting was not because they had died, but because of simple wounds given from the buck they brought down.

Flake was devastated. Utterly and in complete belief that her brothers had died. She knew herself to be the cause for their deaths, bringing them away from the safety and comfort of their den, to the harsh Wild… it was HER fault that they had died.

So the young wolf treads alone. Her tears stain the Earth’s surface, and her memories stain her heart.