Name: Sahari

Breed: Timber Wolf

Age: 2

Father: Adrian(coming soon)

Mother: Bird(coming soon)

Siblings: 3-(Open)

Mate: Samorai

Crush: Samorai

Personality: clever, bold, thoughtful, very caring and protective over the ones she loves

History: Sahari was born into her father's old group. She was one of the most difficult she-wolves to handle. Sahari when she was only 1 1/2, after a fierce fight with her mother, which almost ended in disaster.....for her mother of course.
Sahari loves to travel. She has been all over her country, enjoying the different sights, sounds, and smells. She met a male, a handsome young male and fell for him. But it didn't last. He loved her for her beauty, not for her heart. Sahari had loved him with all her heart. With this she hardened, and became less lovey dovey, and more refined and cautious.

How she met Samorai: She met the bad boy male, called Samorai, on one of her wanders. She had just gotten in a fight with a different male, only the day before, and was very sore. But, she didn't show it.
Suddenly, she heard a crack in the bushes. She stood, ears pricked. Suddenly, a male came rushing out at her. She let out a squeal of surprise, and suddenly was looking into two golden-yellow eyes. He was growling at her. The first thing she noticed was the numerous scars. He was challenging her. And she wasn't about to back down.
With a loud screech, she heaved herself up, and he fell off. She whirled around, teeth bared and ready to tear. he came at her again. She simply dodged, then she surprised him. She came roaring back at him, and tore a chunk out of his chest. He stopped. She looked into his eyes and he looked into hers. In his eyes she saw new-found respect, and humor. "Nice moves." he complimented. Her eyes burned with fire, and she didn't respond. His face fell a bit. "Thanks. Nice moves yourself." His face lit up. She looked back into his eyes. There wasn't just respect and humor. There was something else. Something deeper. Torture. She had seen this look before. She wondered what he was seeing in her eyes. She tore her eyes from his, and looked at his body. Very handsome indeed, but that wasn't what was so special. he had been through the same thing she had, but worse. He looked like a samorai.
The two didn't say a word for a while, then the male spoke. "i'm Samorai." he said, and a hint of a smile touched his lips. "You look like one." she bit the words back. He raised a brow, but didn't ask. "My name's Sahari." she said, and smiled back at him.
The two became good friends, but Sahari is in love with him, but she doubts he feels the same.

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