Name: Miquel
Gender: Male Wolf
History: Miquel is the kind of wolf that fits every characteristic of a human's view point. He's stern and protective in his pack- well, when he gets one- and is always on alert. Any sound out of the ordinary and he's tense and growling. He's always gentle with his mates and pups, but if they step out of line, he's quick to correct them. So don't think that with a bat of the eyelashes, this big guy is gonna fall for your she-wolf head over heals. He's gonna test her out, see if she's worth it to be in his pack and lead them the right way.
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The male wolf walked around the wooded area's long perimeter. He took no shortcuts, no easy way out to watching over his land with attentive eyes, scenting every few steps. His ears for pointed forward, his nose intently taking in every single scent there was to take in; prey, she-wolves, males, humans, other dangers. He shook his head and picked up his pace to a jog, looking around the thick trunks for any signs of movement. None so far. He flicked his ears back for a moment and raised his head to the sky, letting out a loud, deep howl in calling. He knew that he wasn't alone within atleast a mile's radius. He had to start his pack now, having learned what it took to run it from his father and how he kept his mother in check. He wasn't too young, wasn't too old. He was at the prime of his life. That alone should draw she-wolves to him. But it wasn't a matter of being picked by them.
He did the picking. It was his duty to pick only the strongest, the bravest, the most sturdy and bearable for pups to be in his pack. Actual feelings would come later, when he knew that he could trust them with his pack's safety...
(any she-wolves can come in

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