Name: Ajax
Age: 6 months
Gender: male
Pelt : Brown, flecked with black over the top and ridged back.
Eye Colour: Deep brown, almost back.
build: Ajax is still young and so hasn’t grown into his body yet. At the moment he is quite lanky, with legs and paws too large for him.
General Appearance: No, marks or scars yet.
Alliance: Undecided.
Personality: He defies a puppy, he’s always up for a rough and tumble and will talk with anyone who cares to listen. Lately he has become more reserved and more afraid of general life. Though he likes to appear big and strong he is almost always in constant fear of everything, not being able to trust anyone. He is more thoughtful now, after he’s been forced to grow old before his time.
History: My pack, I loved them, more than anything. My mother licked my ears clean and smiled down at me, mumbling softly at my other siblings, who played about around us. We had only been out side of the den a few times; mama said is dangerous for those who were young like me. I didn’t like being called young; I was big, bigger than my brothers and sisters, so why couldn’t I go outside? When my mother wasn’t looking I sneaked out and confronted the world before me. There were so many more colours out here, the blue of the flowers, the bright, bright sun in the sky. I smiled as the grass tickled the underside of my maw, making me giggle slightly, what was so dangerous out here?

Per haps I wandered further than I should have, because I didn’t hear my mother’s frantic callings, if I had them maybe I wouldn’t be here today. I returned to the den a couple of hours later, yet I returned to somewhere I couldn’t recognise. It stunk of blood. My eyes widened as i ran towards the mouth of the den, where the smell was even worse and I became scared, my tiny body shuddering. I took another step in, the silence swallowing my up, preventing me from gasping as I saw the petite body of my brother lying broken on the floor. “Mama” my stuttered voice echoed around the room, “Mama?” A black shape, unmoving, still warm and damp with blood came into contact with my paw. Mama? As realisation rushed into my mind, flooding it with nothing more than pure fear I ran, over the limp bodies of my family and far away, I needed to get out.

I’ve travelled around, running for weeks, maybe more, maybe less, I’m not sure, I haven’t counted the days and nights the have accompanied my in my tears.