Kyra the emotionless wolf

*Name ;; Kyra
Nickname(s) ;; Kai
*Age ;; three
*Gender ;; Female
*Image ;;
*Rank ;; Healer?
*Spirit or living wolf ;; Living
*Description ;; Has to be at least 100 words in length. (Include coat color, eye color, build and any scars.) A female wolf small for her age, but don't underestimate her! Her eyes are a piercing hazel. She has a long brown, grey, black and white fur that keeps her warm. She has one scar on her leg that almost no one can see, she tried to cover it up as best she can. She has a good nose that helps her spot out herbs.  Even though her paws are small she can run very fast when she is in trouble. Never mess with this she wolf as her bark isn't loud but her bite defiantly hurts! This female if a force to be reckoned with.
*Personality ;; She has a quirky personality. She loves to use sarcasm and never is empty of jokes. Even though she can be funny when its time to be serious she is serious as a Seeker. She can be calm, quiet and submissive to higher ranks and aggressive wolves as she is mostly a timid wolf. When she is alone she is jumpy, excited and happy. When she is around unknown wolves she is sometimes scared if they are aggressive and quiet. She can learn very quickly and loves to learn. When something is be done she is right on it and ready to help. She likes to do things herself and always wants to prove herself even when she doesn't have to. She has a large mental wall to block out her emotions. She hates when she cries or even shows emotion so she usually stays quiet and uses humor instead.
*History ;; When she was born she was hated. Her mother and father had wanted a male. They learned to accept that she was a female and grew to like her. Until they learned she had wanted to work with herbs. They had wanted a strong male to train and help them feed the mini pack they had of 7. She had been walking in the woods one day when she saw some wolves, HUGE ones that were bigger than her and her tiny mother combined. They had attacked the mini pack leaving her with only a long scratch on her back leg. She had to watch the color drain from her parents eyes. Feel their fur go cold and the rough paws of the wolves. Listen to their whimpers of pain. Taste the fowl blood as they shoved her muzzle into it. Smell the horrible scent of her mother, father, betas and others dead bodies mangled and ripped apart. She cried for a long time until she learned to cry no more. She began to travel, hoping to find safety, warmth and friends.
*Strengths ;; Healing, joking and being serious
*Weaknesses ;; showing emotions, not cracking a joke at the wrong time, being able to admit she cant do something.
Family ;; dead
Friends ;;  none
Mate ;; nope
Pups ;; nope
Song ;; Bastille Pompeii
*Password found in rules ;; [Password edited by Blizzard]

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