[KIPCHA]

Suddenly, in her mind, she began not to care how long before dark. Miles had she passed beneath her large pads, and now it was time for a breather.

As she swiveled her head around, scoping the area, for an appropriate place to rest, Kipcha noticed how murky the water was before her. Beneath its surface, she saw ripples and bubbles every so often, and trembles from beneath her echoed in her bones. Sensing the being beneath its water cape, the slender female moved up the bank on the opposite side and hopped onto a large river log. It hung over a small part of Galar's marsh, and she though the place suitable for her quirky vigilance. Lowering to her belly, she released a huffy sigh. Chocolate eyes brightened in the beautiful rays of the sun overhead, and the blaze warmed her back nicely.

What was to become of her now that she was alone?

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Age: Three Years

Gender: Female

Species: Wolf

Breed: Maned Wolf

Appearance: Reddish brown body, black muzzle & socks, white plumed tail

Personality: Quiet, reserved, observant, agile, intelligent, cautious

History: She was believed to be a mute since the day she was born. Always the quietest cub, Kipcha never made an unnecessary sound. She played with her brother like a normal cub, but she'd rather go off and explore and observe whatever she could find. It so happens that on one of those explorations she was separated from her mother. Too far from earshot of her mother's yelps, and too unconcerned to call out, Kipcha wandered farther and farther from the den. She never found her mother again but luckily, Maned Wolves are solitary by nature except within season. She learned enough on her own to stay fit and gave up on finding her mother or brother.

Other: Acute hearing, very quick