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Loner
Loner
Statistics
Species
Timber Wolf

Sex
Female (Female)

Age
3

Height
Average

Weight
Average

Build
Athletic

Eyes
Olive Green

Fur
Brown, Beige, and Cream

Mark of Mythris
None

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Whimsical, Headstrong, Charismatic, Imaginative, Fearless, Hotheaded
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It felt weird being part of a pack again.

Needing to adhere to rank, sleep amongst the masses, and live around new faces that will eventually become acquaintances. The concept had been foreign to her for so long that Eloise almost felt like a baby fawn learning to use her legs again. She'd grown up in one, of course, but her previous attempts to join others had never lasted long.

The only real group she'd stayed committed to in the past was her found family of wayfaring mercenaries — and they were very much in the past now...Bless them.

Now Ronan had welcomed her into their ranks, and she felt ever so foreign. So out of place. Yet, for the sake of not sitting down and being indecisive, Eloise set out to do what she was good at and patrol.

Her trail today lead her outside of the boarders and near the surrounding areas of Ravorn, seeking anything that might've seemed suspicious to her.



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