Post by Sarise on Apr 11, 2008 16:49:58 GMT -5
Part 1: The Profile
Name: Sarise
Species: Gray Wolf.
Age: 2 years.
Gender: Female.
Pack: None, yet.
Physical Appearance: Sarise is a lovely wolf with the typical Gray Wolf coloration - cream to white underneath, various shades of gray and reddish brown mixed with black and white above. She has particularly beautiful eyes, a very pale shade of blue-green that makes her gaze arresting. Sarise's face has a light brown mask with darker gray and black on her forehead. The light brown extends partway down the sides of her muzzle, where it meets the white of her chin and throat. Her ears are edged in rusty-brown.
She's taller than the average female wolf, but more lean than muscular - a runner's build. Sarise is quick and agile, dangerous in a fight as long as she can keep a larger, stronger wolf from closing in and getting a good grip.
Short Description: Tall, lean, swift, striking pale eyes. Cautious, thoughtful, intelligent, compassionate, diplomatic.
Personality: Sarise is a wary wolf, always watching her surroundings for the slightest hint of danger. She mistrusts humans and avoids even the faintest hint of their scent. On the other hand, she is very loving toward members of her own kind. Raised by the alphas of a tight-knit pack, Sarise has learned poise and diplomacy, how to listen to other wolves and help them. She believes, rather naively, that if wolves would simply talk to one another almost any of them could get along.
Belongings: Nothing, at the moment.
History: Sarise was the oldest daughter of the Alpha pair in her home pack in the Wildlife Refuge. Her parents were wild wolves from northern Montana, who had taken to killing deer. Rather than being shot by ranchers, they were captured by biologists and brought to the refuge to produce more wolves for the reintroduction effort.
However, from the pack's point of view, a dart gun was no better than a shotgun. Being captured and crated, given shots, and handled by scientists frightened them all badly. Sarise and her littermates were quite young when captured, and their view of humans was shaped by their parents' reactions to the biologists who came to see them.
Being a very healthy young wolf at the age when she would normally leave her family, Sarise was chosen to be the first wolf from her pack released into Pisgah National Forest. Again the dreaded dart gun, again the unnatural sleep while humans loaded her into a small cage. But this time, when the cage door slid open, a beautiful mountainside faced her - not a fence in sight. Sarise ran for it and never looked back.
Family and Relationships: Her parents were Torrin and Rhea, the alpha pair of their pack. Rhea's brother Ulan (Sarise's uncle) was the pack beta. Sarise's three siblings (brothers Tanner & Galin, sister Wela) are still in the Wildlife Refuge.
Part 2: Writing Sample
Writing Sample: Sarise woke to the steady drumming of a woodpecker on the trunk of the dead tree above her. Crawling out of the hollow beneath it, the gray she-wolf shook herself, bits of bark falling from her rust-and-gray coat. A quick lick of her shoulder to set her fur to rights, and she was ready to greet the day. The young female set off at an easy trot; her long legs and lean frame made the rocky hillside much easier to traverse. She pointed her muzzle into the breeze, sampling the scents it brought her.
The main odor she hoped to encounter was that of other wolves. Taken from her pack by humans and released alone in unfamiliar territory, Sarise felt vulnerable by herself. True, if her pack had been living in the wilderness, she would have been thinking about setting off to find her own pack soon. But the fence around their territory in the Refuge had prevented her fom thinking seriously about life outside it. Now she was adrift...
Sarise froze in her tracks, ears pricked forward, her nostrils flared. Was that a hint of wolf, somewhere ahead? She broke into a lope, heading up the mountainside toward the hope of companionship.
Name: Sarise
Species: Gray Wolf.
Age: 2 years.
Gender: Female.
Pack: None, yet.
Physical Appearance: Sarise is a lovely wolf with the typical Gray Wolf coloration - cream to white underneath, various shades of gray and reddish brown mixed with black and white above. She has particularly beautiful eyes, a very pale shade of blue-green that makes her gaze arresting. Sarise's face has a light brown mask with darker gray and black on her forehead. The light brown extends partway down the sides of her muzzle, where it meets the white of her chin and throat. Her ears are edged in rusty-brown.
She's taller than the average female wolf, but more lean than muscular - a runner's build. Sarise is quick and agile, dangerous in a fight as long as she can keep a larger, stronger wolf from closing in and getting a good grip.
Short Description: Tall, lean, swift, striking pale eyes. Cautious, thoughtful, intelligent, compassionate, diplomatic.
Personality: Sarise is a wary wolf, always watching her surroundings for the slightest hint of danger. She mistrusts humans and avoids even the faintest hint of their scent. On the other hand, she is very loving toward members of her own kind. Raised by the alphas of a tight-knit pack, Sarise has learned poise and diplomacy, how to listen to other wolves and help them. She believes, rather naively, that if wolves would simply talk to one another almost any of them could get along.
Belongings: Nothing, at the moment.
History: Sarise was the oldest daughter of the Alpha pair in her home pack in the Wildlife Refuge. Her parents were wild wolves from northern Montana, who had taken to killing deer. Rather than being shot by ranchers, they were captured by biologists and brought to the refuge to produce more wolves for the reintroduction effort.
However, from the pack's point of view, a dart gun was no better than a shotgun. Being captured and crated, given shots, and handled by scientists frightened them all badly. Sarise and her littermates were quite young when captured, and their view of humans was shaped by their parents' reactions to the biologists who came to see them.
Being a very healthy young wolf at the age when she would normally leave her family, Sarise was chosen to be the first wolf from her pack released into Pisgah National Forest. Again the dreaded dart gun, again the unnatural sleep while humans loaded her into a small cage. But this time, when the cage door slid open, a beautiful mountainside faced her - not a fence in sight. Sarise ran for it and never looked back.
Family and Relationships: Her parents were Torrin and Rhea, the alpha pair of their pack. Rhea's brother Ulan (Sarise's uncle) was the pack beta. Sarise's three siblings (brothers Tanner & Galin, sister Wela) are still in the Wildlife Refuge.
Part 2: Writing Sample
Writing Sample: Sarise woke to the steady drumming of a woodpecker on the trunk of the dead tree above her. Crawling out of the hollow beneath it, the gray she-wolf shook herself, bits of bark falling from her rust-and-gray coat. A quick lick of her shoulder to set her fur to rights, and she was ready to greet the day. The young female set off at an easy trot; her long legs and lean frame made the rocky hillside much easier to traverse. She pointed her muzzle into the breeze, sampling the scents it brought her.
The main odor she hoped to encounter was that of other wolves. Taken from her pack by humans and released alone in unfamiliar territory, Sarise felt vulnerable by herself. True, if her pack had been living in the wilderness, she would have been thinking about setting off to find her own pack soon. But the fence around their territory in the Refuge had prevented her fom thinking seriously about life outside it. Now she was adrift...
Sarise froze in her tracks, ears pricked forward, her nostrils flared. Was that a hint of wolf, somewhere ahead? She broke into a lope, heading up the mountainside toward the hope of companionship.
