Name| Genevieve (Jen-e-vee-v)

Gender| Femme

Age| 3 human years

Breed| Wolven

Personality| Set apart from the others, basicly alone and depressed alot. She can be social, but not hyperactive and bouncy. She does not feel sorry for herself, more sorry for the others around her. She tends to to think life has no purpose, and she is just there to stand of the head of her Clan when the time for war should come. Like the other Leaders, Genevieve can talk with the spirits, but only when she is at Trone Region. Ritual and tradition is very important to her, so no lone wolves will wander anywhere but the place for joining the Wolf-Clan. She holds a strong hate for hybrids and coyotes, but it's only in her nature. She beleives strongly in the Signs in the clouds, the lesser animals, and all the other things.

Looks| With a small build, Genevieve can easily be under-estimated. Small she is, but strong in a fight and surprisingly speedy. Her paws are dainty little things, with blunt claws like all wolves have. Her ears stand upright, easily picking up sounds that humans would leave out. Her eyes are the most beautiful hazel-gold-amber mixture, all three colours swirling around and expanding depending on her mood. Her underbelly is a creamy white colour, as are her legs and 'cheeks.' The two flanks hold a strange colour that looks alittle like tan and alittle like ginger. The top of her skull and the ridge of her back are splatted with black.

Other| Leader of the Wolf-Clan, of course.