Shivver MoonFrost

[Shivva]

|The Basics - |

Name: Shivver MoonFrost
Pronounciation: Shiv-Ver
Nicknames: Shivva, Shiibur
Age: 2 Years
Gender: Female
Breed: Timber Wolf
Rank: Alpha Female - Lunaria
Height: 3 ft
Weight: 105 lbs
Length: 4 1/2 feet
Fur: Ebony
Eyes: Blue-grey
Distinguishing Features: Blue-Grey eyes, white fur lining her mouth, toes and tail tip

|A Piece of the Past|

|Lineage - |

Sire: Horuk
Dam: Helaina (deceased)
Brothers: FrostFur
Sisters: None
Mate: None
Pups: None

|History|

Born to the Hunter Pair of a local pack whos numbers had grown substantially. As winter came, her parents had mated without the alphas permission and thus, theirs was the 4th litter of the season, a total of 9 pups were born that year, the alphas own litter included. With so many little mouths to feed, the pack began to struggle. The alphas blamed those who had mated without permission for bringing the hardship upon the pack and declared that they would have to fend for themselves and their young. Outraged, Shivvers father challenged the Alpha male and lost... badly. He, his mate and their new litter were cast out of the pack.

From then on, life was rough. Shivver and her two brothers FrostFur and BlackIce were targeted by their father as the cause for his own hardships. He hunted relentlessly to feed them and his mate. BlackIce was the smallest of the litter, Shivver and FrostFur, even their mother halved their shares of kills with him in hopes he would grow stronger but in the end it did him no good. His little body failed. Their mother was riddled with grief for the loss of the pup and was deeply guilty for having mated without permission and feeling as though it was her fault her son had died. She refused to eat, parting her share of each meal with the remaining two pups. Weeks took their toll on her and eventually she joined her son on the otherside.

Their father was furious when his mate passed and let that greif turn to anger which he directed at the remaining pups. Still he would care for them, perhaps it was that he felt obligated to because it was what his mate would have wanted. Months passed and despite the cold winter and the pups pulled through. They were never very big and a full belly was a rare occurrence but they survived. FrostFur looked after his sister diligently and often took the brunt of their father's rage.

Fights occured often in their little group. Mostly between father and son. Shivver had hardened herself to their battles and would often disappear for days at a time to avoid them. One time when she returned from a few days journey she found that her father and Frostfur had been at it again. Blood was on the snow and Frostfur was not to be found. When she dared to ask what happened her father turned to her and told her to leave. To be gone from his territory and that should she ever return she would be treated as a tresspasser.

Barely flinching at his harsh words she turned and left, looking back only to wonder where her brother had gone. She set off in search of him. As if nature itself was against her, a blizzard passed over the land and she was forced to take shelter for three days in a small cave she faught a badger for. She had sustained light wounds, the worst being a bite on her paw. The bite however swelled angrily and by the time she was able to leave the den when the blizzard had past she found that putting pressure on her injured paw was not possible. Hunting was very hard with only three legs. So she took to thieving scraps from other predators.

On one such scavaging trips she found herself face to face with an angry bear who's cub's dinner Shivver had attempted (and failed) to take. Cornered in an ice den, injured and unable to escape, Shivver thought it was the end. That was until she heard a fight break out outside and the bear directed its attention elsewhere. In making her escape, she noticed a brute had come to her aid, distracting the mama bear long enough for her to escape. Later, they found each other again. She and the brute, Arctix, became quick friends as they waited out a blizzard together.

During this time, Arctix told her of the Dancing Lights to the North. The idea facinated her and despite wanting to search for her brother she knew the odds of locating him were slim to none. So began the venture north. Here and there they would pick up 'strays' who joined them in their journey. After much termoil, a run in with a pack called the Nightingales and gaining a new friend in some rogue mountian wolves, they arrived at their destination: GlacierPeak.

At home beneath the dancing lights the group discussed their future. No one really had anywhere to go now that their journey had come to an end and thus they decided to stay together as a pack, as a family. Shivver was nominated as Alpha female and she continues to gain evermore experiance as she leads her family.

|Personality|
Shivver's personality really depends on who she is around. With strangers she is kinda awkward. Having grown up in a less then socially friendly family enviornment, she generally has lots of questions and tends to act a bit stand-off-ish around new wolves. Once she gets to know you though, she shows her true colors. Despite being an adult, she is a pup at heart and doesn't let her rank title interfear with little jokes and games she likes to play.

|The Human|

Name: Morgan
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Location: Las Vegas, Nevada
Contact email: [e-mail]