Nyien

This mute wolf spends their days roaming the hills behind their den. They are technically a Omicron of the Plainswalker pack, but they rarely use their rank or mention their pack. 

You stand on top of a hill near a pile of rocks, which seemed to be a den. You crouch by the entrance, and mutter an assurance to whatever animal is inside that you won't hurt them, even though you know they can't understand you. On the contrary, I think we understand your words better than you humans do. A voice, which seems to come from inside your own head, says. You look around to see who spoke, and find only a pale grey wolf with glowing blue eyes. Now kindly step away from my den and forget I ever existed, the voice says again. You start to back away, and the wolf's eyes change to a piercing, but completely natural, yellow stare. You walk away, sneaking one last look at the grey wolf before you wake up at your campsite, the details of your dream already slipping from your mind. 

Family:

Mother- Lily

Father- Dolf

Siblings- 

Mate- N/A

Children- N/A