KYN: Felron

Name: Felron

Age: Adult (4 years old)

Sex: Male

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Height: 106 cm / 42 inches

Weight: Average
Genetics: Cc(l) Dd(db) Ss(n)

Realm of Birth: Dyrfell

Current Pack: Stenndal

Rank: Omega

Specialization: None


Deceased Family: 
Feloch (Father) - killed by Rhamedli
Irichaj (Mother) - killed by a Smilodon

Personality:
Felron has greatly changed after the battle between Feloch and Calroc. Seeing his close friends turn against and eventually kill his father has turned Felron bitter. Often times one will find him brooding over the past or over possible futures in his den, though rarely do his thoughts scrape the Here and Now. Although mostly defensive when approached by his former friends and pack mates, he's more ashamed than angered, knowing what his father initiated was not only wrong, but gravely destructive. He sometimes feels like the blood of the deceased is on his own fangs as well, regardless of his minor participation in the fight.

While guilt is a big part of his recent personality development, there's still areas that haven't changed at all. He's still an observant wolf with great control over his attitude - at least when he's not pushed too far. He also still can't help his judgemental nature whenever he sees someone fail at a task or act awkwardly. Just like before the battle of Stenndal, he remains sarcastic, though now mostly inside his head. He's become quieter, preferring to watch from afar, whereas before he easily slid into conversation with ease.

Where only months ago he was an ambitious and capable wolf, he now is still recovering from the Smilodon attack, which tunes him nervous to participate in group hunts again. Before the attack he took pride in being an extraordinarily skilled hunter, but now with his eye lost and body still stiff, he doubts he can ever get back to the level of expertise he used to possess.

Backstory: 
Felron's life story is known to everyone in Stenndal, as he was born into the pack and happily lived there for four years. Even though he was born a single pup, he was rarely seen by himself. An extraordinary amount of pups were born that season, a number of simultaneous litters unknown to Stenndal until this point. Rhamedli, Stille and Galiroe were his closest friends growing up, especially Rhamedli, whom he kept luring into competitions. While Rham loved getting challenged, Galiroe on the other hand seemed to only accept the dares because she was desperate for some distance from her family, or at least that was Felron's impression. The most quiet pup of the quartet was Stille, who simply appreciated being around the others. He didn't feel the need to compete with them, nor to even truly participate in their doings, but merely being in their presence was always enough for him.

Growing older, Felron was often times taught by his father Feloch, a respected gamma wolf, who was strict and demanding with his lessons, but also shaped the boy into the excellent hunter he would later become. Through his intense training, Felron became very dad-focused, even though he loved his mother Irichaj dearly as well. All in all the family appeared genuinely happy, which didn't change until it fell apart years later. 

Whenever Felron's parents were out on a hunt at hours too late for him to meet up with his friends, he would stay with Ines, a wise female who was just starting to cut down on her participation in the hunts due to age catching up with her. She wasn't one for idle conversation, but whenever she did talk, her words were absorbed by the small mind like water by the dry earth. At the age of nearly two years, his training shifted. He now was old enough to participate in serious group hunts himself, which taught him valuable life lessons in itself. Feloch however had different plans for him: He picked up combat training, which he carried out mercilessly for the next year. Little did Felron realize that Feloch was plotting some sinister game, in which a strong and capable son would prove to be a useful pawn. Lies about the alphess Lady Berendel and her son Calroc were part of said plotting, and they posed welcomed fodder for the boy's judgemental mind. 

Without knowing it, Felron was getting prepared for one day.
And much sooner than later said day arrived.

One evening Lady Berendel was found dead in her own quarters, neck snapped by an unknown force. That night Felron lay awake for hours, talked with Cyril, whom he had adopted as a student and odd friend just around the same time that his own combat training had begun. They exchanged wild assumptions about who would kill Lady Berendel until they fell asleep over their creative works of imagination. The next morning they awoke to the new heir's coronation, but shortly into the ceremony Felron heard his father's complaints bellow through the clearing. At first he merely cringed. He figured this would be remembered as one of the many situations where Feloch just couldn't keep his mouth shut. But moments later he knew that today was going to be remembered as much more than an impolite disruption. A fiery young male stepped before his father, pushed him back and suddenly Feloch attacked, chocked the young boy to death without hesitation. Horror flooded Felron's veins at the sight of this surreal moment. For the most part he remained still, but before he knew it, jaws flashed against one another and a frightening amount of wolves turned against the loyal followers of Calroc.

He fought mildly, only when attacked or to defend his family. That was until his father's voice screamed in dread. As he tried to make his way through the battlefield that once was a densite, his childhood friend Stille suddenly appeared before him, blocking his way to rush to his father's help. At that moment Felron snapped. When the taller male didn't respond to his rushed order to make way, he charged at Stille. The yelp of his friend should have caused him to flinch, so should the taste of his blood have, but they didn't. He pressed forward, not looking back for a single moment. The seconds he'd spend on Stille would be his father's downfall though, as Rhamedli's hefty form attacked the older male from the side, sparked a vicious albeit short fight and before Felron even reached the two, Feloch's body had sunken to the ground. Lifeless.

A creeping silence followed by the terrified scream of his mother forced tears into his eyes, which he fought down successfully, as Stille's dad commanded both Irichaj and Felron to come with him. To run. To flee. They obeyed, fled the territory and for months, this would be the last time anyone saw them on Stenndal territory. It's not quite known what exactly happened to them in the span of more than eight weeks outside of the pack's borders, but regardless of what it was - it's assumed that neither Irichaj nor Stille's dad survived. Felron returned alone to his birth pack, clearly out of necessity rather than his own free will, as deep wounds on his collapsing shape so clearly indicated. Some wanted to let him bleed out on the spot for siding the Feloch the usurper, but luckily Rhamedli was more of a loyal friend than he had been. She gave order to treat his wounds regardless of the side he fought for. 
With time the scent of a foreign predator vanished from his ripped coat and as the injuries closed, so did Felron's mouth. Since his return his temperament has changed greatly. An air of avoidance lingers around the pale coated male, dispelling most conversation successfully. Not even two full months have passed since his return, and while his wounds have healed for the most part, he remains a ghost in a pack full of survivors.