Eye Color: Red Coat Color: Black and White Height: 38" Weight: 120 lbs Scars/Markings/Anything Else: Blue mane Health: Good Health
Personality: Vahva is very serious, like she doesn't see any point in having fun. Not since her mom died at least. She wants to have fun on the inside, but finds herself concentrating more on the negative than the positive. Also for the fact that her parents didn't have much of a relationship. Vahva has a bit of a inferiority complex, where she has the thought that every wolf is better than her no matter who. Even though she has a kind heart, she definitely doesn't wear it on her sleeve like she used to when she was a pup.
Vahva is a very snappy wolf, she has a hot temper and sometimes can be very easily irritated. She has the size and training to back it up, even though it's not much since her mom was not a fighter. She is very fast, but most of all she can use her tongue. Speaking in very large words when angry to try and win an argument. Vahva means well though, despite her snappy personality.
History: Vahva was born in Valhalla when her mother and father got high off of poppy seeds on accident. While she was happy with her mother and father, when the volcano exploded she was slightly confused. As her mother frantically grabbed her to escape the two of them got separated from their wonderful home. While Vahva cried for some time over if her mother comforted her and raised her as a rogue while still looking for Valhalla in the process. Teaching her all that she needed to know, and giving her a vast knowledge of herbs as well. While not build for healing Vahva enjoyed knowing the herbs. She often rebelled against her mother but Night had ways of keeping her calm and making her listen.
Vavha turned to one and a half years old when her mother died. In a horrible lightning storm in a forest they were in a tree fell over crushing her mothers spine. Night requested she look for Valhalla and apologized for not being a very good mother. Vahva objected to it but her mother died before she could hear what Vahva could say. Vahva spend almost an entire day dragging the tree bark off to bury her mother. She mourned for some months after that. Now that she is two years of age, having able to survive on her own she is hoping to create her own pack that does not turn their eyes down to strangers.
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