Pitch, the Quiet Soldier

[Pitch]

Name: Pitch

Age: 2 years

Gender: Male

Current Relationship: None

Current Rank: Soldier

Current Crush: None

Packs: Blizzard Pack Reborn.

Offspring: None

Siblings: None

Appearance:
Pitch quite the tall male, and like all other he-wolves, stands taller than most females. But with his large size and long limbs, you might find that his ears go a little higher than the average brute. But oddly enough, there is no grace in his thick limbs, nonono. His paws seem to be against him, snapping every twig or falling a little too hard. He prefers the get up and charge, thankfully to his thundering speed.

This Mexican wolf’s fur falls thick and heavy, hanging a little on his stomach. It such a relief to him when the summer comes along and his coat sheds of some fur. But his pelt is also very warm when snow dots the ground and chills the forests. So you could call it a blessing and a curse.

Pitch’s color of fur is sorta hard to explain, so Ill take it easy. A dark brown covers the very top of his body, going to the edge of his muzzle. From his thigh and muzzle down its a light tan, almost white on his stomach. Lastly, there is a patch of black going down his back, with the brown showing through in large dots.

Last thing I have to cover, his eyes. His eyes are a mixture of light hazel and dark hazel. The two shades twirl together in a dance, spinning and leaving shards of gold in their path. Finally as they stop, they blend together around his pupil.

Personality:
Pitch is.....Silent...Yet....Alright, I’ll put it this way. He’s the wolf, who doesn’t talk to others because his serious expression is enough to scare off most...

Ok...Let’s go a little into detail so you can get a better picture.

Pitch is a very serious male, not one to really goof around. Meaning, he isn’t one to run and play when things need to be done....And well, ever. But despite being so cold and unsocial, he is quite..Soft. He is a very caring wolf if you succeed in wiggling your way into his heart. It’s a hard task to do so but you would gain a loyal friend for life.

So yea...I’m done here :|

History:
Pitch was born into a pack. He grew up in a loving and caring place...Until that..

When he was one years old, the pack went out to hunt. Little did they know the rifles that were aimed towards the herd they were following. As they closed in on a small doe. Bang! A bullet dug into her neck and sent her to the ground, leaving the wolves confused when they went to eat. But another bullet flew and buried into the Alpha Male's head. In panic, the other's scattered and ran in different directions. Pitch bolted away and traveled for a while before stopping to look around. But he was very far from the group who had regrouped and forgotten all about the Mexican Wolf.

So he went on and found Blizzardpack, deciding to start a new life.

(Sorry this took so long Sorrel! I've been super busy! D:)

[Snow]

Thats fine buddy ^^ Love it <3 Feel free to start roleplaying.