This is just... A thing... Of

This is just... A thing... Of the thing variety, for my OC Kaida, dont pay any mind to this~ (Unless you wanna read it thats cool too)

Name: Kaida Daciana
Age: 4
Gender: Female
Species: Mutt wolf, a cross breed of an arctic and a grey wolf.
Distinct features: Bright blue eyes, faded scars, missing part of her right ear.
Family: ... Deceased.
Crush: Nope
Mate: Nope
Pups: Haha no
Theme song: Anthem of the angels, Breaking Benjamin.

Out of 100%

Swimming:10%
Hunting: 13%
Fighting: 22%
Stealth: 40%
Speed: 9%
Strength: 6%

Description: A lanky she wolf, with a silver pelt and ice blue eyes. She has darker grey/black markings and rather large ears. She has a thin long tail, and is quite lithe.
(Ill fix it up later)

Personality: Kaida is a quiet she-wolf, of whom tends to keep to herself away from the others to her thoughts. She has a melodious howl, but she rarely joins in with the pack when it comes to such, due to her being a rather timid, shy wolf. But, when this comes to that she can hurriedly become quite aggressive and snappy, so needless to say she can be short tempered at times, depends the mood you catch her in.

Likes: The stars, the moon, roses, clouds, silence, close friends
Dislikes: large crowds, water, humans.

History: Kaida was born the runt of a litter of six. Her mother, Ashante, and her father, Allistor, had been distant since birth. But she had grown rather close to one of her siblings, a male by the name of Thearin. He too, had been shunned by the rest of the family, not because he was a runt of deformed, but because he was blind. Kaida aided him as far as she could, growing closer to the young male by the day, her brother. Now one regular day, her family had been resting in the den after a frighteningly long dry season, which was never good. As they padded out from under the rocky crag they were met with a sickening scent, and blinding smoke. A smoldering fire burned bright before them, and the two parents quickly took the initiative to usher the pups into the den, the safest place they knew at the time being. Just as they lifted the last pup, Thearin, by the scruff and went to bring him in, a sickening snap was heard and a burning oak trunk collided with the ground where her parents stood, a few feet from the dens entrance. The runt of the litter, Kaida, had curled into the corner of the den while her five remaining siblings had went out to check what was going on. The ashen colored she-pup, Kaida's sister Malai, smothered in the smoke. Kaida then hurried out into the danger zone, eyes wide with fear. Without a second thought the lithe silver pup just ran, ran as fast as she could. He siblings made their best attempt to follow her, but they fell behind. Kaida came upon a small gurgling creek, and plunged in, following it downward to the point at which it broke out into a small pool, the flames long in the distance by this point in time. And in turning she took note that one of her siblings had actually managed to keep up, the second youngest of the litter, Torelai, a young brown male. She whined and the two had curled up on the bank together, and later were found by a mother vixen who was mourning over the loss of her kits in the fire while she was out hunting. She took in Kaida and Torelai, and they grew up thinking of that lithe she fox was their mother. Kaida grew up to be an energetic young pup, always happy and bounding around, and FULL of curiosity. One day in particular, their 'mother' had wandered off to a barn to snag chickens, and had brought both pups along. Kaida, being as curious as she was had run off, her brother on her heels. As they two had approached the barn, feeling brave, a viscous snarl erupted behind them. A whine rang in her ears, and she whipped around in time to see her brother being swung around in the jaws of a rather large fox hound, blood running from its maw. A sickening snap and a loud cry was all it took to have Kaida fleeing, the barking dog on her heels. After she had escaped the fence limits, a gunshot was heard. She turned to see her "Mother" being held, bloodied, in the hands of the owner of the farm. She had no one left. Being old enough to hunt for herself now, she turned and fled into the woods with a heavy heart, alone. And alone she has been for her whole life.