Name: Rhaigo
Nickname(s): "The Seer"
Age: Nine years, human equivalent being late sixties.
Ranking: Elder
Appearance: Far past his prime, Rhaigo's once immense body has grown lithe and more leanly muscled, his black fur turning a dull dark gray. Still retaining his height however, he is a taller wolf. Aging has forced his eyes to go a stormy grey rather than the bright blue they once were. A scar from a bear attack many seasons prior graces his right eye, rendering it useless and blind. A former warrior, his faded black fur hides many scars from past battles. He's also missing a few teeth, giving him quite an amusing expression when he talks.
Personality:
Rhaigo is old, and being elderly mean she he has seen the world and what resides in it. A knowledgeable wolf, he cherishes his ability to dish out advice and the like to his family members to better aid them in whatever he needs. He takes this very seriously since he is an Elder and can no longer provide or fight for the pack. A well rounded wolf, he is neither extremely kind nor extremely cruel, but balances discipline and mercy to those he sees fit. However, the years have not been so kind to Rhaigo, and he is prone to fits of memory loss and crazy ramblings. As if thrown into the past, he will talk at length of battles fought long ago as if he were still in them. In short, he has a few screws lose.
Background:
Rhaigo was the jealous of the former alpha, and grew bitter because his lack of a high position. As a youth he was ambitious and had always wanted the power of ruling the pack, and tried to take it as such. An attempted assassination gone awry forced him into exile and he lived off the land for several seasons before unknowingly wandering back to his previous pack's territory. The Prodigal Son, so to speak, wasn't welcomed kindly, and was chased out. Rhaigo still lingered in the territory, full of regret for what he had tried to do. He pondered what to do by a small river, praying to the ancestors to give him another chance to redeem himself. He wept and he cried. He missed his family, brothers, sisters, cousins. During his little emotional session he heard a thunderous roar, and proceeded to see a small pup and apprentice by the river being stared down by a large bear. He did not take down a giant bear himself obviously, but whisked the two youths away to safety but sustained his eye injury.
The pack rejoiced. The future of the pack was safe, and seeing that Rhaigo was repentant, let him back into the pack. Yet, they stripped him of his title of warrior to remind him of his former mistakes.
As he grew old he dabbled in the ways of flora and fauna, teaching himself medicines to pass the time. He now serves as a makeshift "doctor" for the pack, and storyteller. One day out in the territory he found his pack near destroyed besides Angelwing.

Name: Orlena
Nickname(s): "The Stag"
Age: Three years, human wise I'd say roughly late 20's?
Ranking: Hunter
Appearance: Orlena is muscled like the average wolf, neither extremely ripped or minuscule, but right in the middle. Tall, legs long like a deer, she towers over most of her packmates and lives up to her title. Her body is built for speed, svelte and shorter-furred than most wolves. Her fur is a mix of browns and reds, underbelly being a sort of off white. Her eyes are a startling amber, like the sun rising over the mountains.

Personality:
Orlena is stern in nature and quite wordless. She prefers to observe, and will usually not speak until spoken to. Do not take this the wrong way, she is not a rude wolf, just one of little words. She is not malicious in demeanor either, but contentedly serves her pack to the best of her ability. Proof of her loyalty and devotion is found in her actions, which are many.

Background:
Orlena does not come from Ai Espiritus, she was adopted as a youth into it long ago. No one knows what happened to her birth pack, and if you ask her herself she will admit she does not know herself or how she found herself in the middle of the forest one evening. It is rumored that some sort of trauma has made her a wolf of little words and fogged her memory of her past, pushing it down and out of sight.

Name: Daxavire
Nickname(s): "Dax" "The Fiery"
Age: Yearling, teenager in human terms.
Ranking: Apprentice
Appearance: Not remotely close to adulthood, Daxavire remains small and stout. Maybe even a little on the chubby side, but don't say that to his face. Hopefully he'll muscle out in the days to come. His fur is long, giving him an even more rotund appearance. His fur is a mixture of grays, browns, and whites. His eyes are almond shaped and nearly always narrowed in annoyance, and take on a dark amber color typical of most Gray wolves. Youthful, he is small and fluffy and still has room to grow and mature.

Personality:
His title does not account for the color of his fur or his eyes, but his personality. Dax is stubborn, obnoxious, and a ball of fur full of energy it can be increasingly annoying. He is hard to control much like a flame, and is prone to impulsive decisions like most young canines are. What he lacks in tactfulness he makes up with in creativity. He can be often found creating traps for wildlife or making up battle strategies for the sake of a pup's game. He is quite the explorer too, so it would be well of someone to always keep him in their sight.
Background:
Dax has a simple history: born and raised in Ai Espiritus. But who knows what the future will bring for this rambunctious pup.