Name: Mir
Gender: Female (I'd prefer to be female rather than male, because if male I'd have to change characters entirely.)
Age: 2 years.
Appearance:

(I do not currently have a FH screenie of her.)
Personality: Usually quiet. She's not afraid to call anyone out on anything. She's loud when she's angry.
Likes: Spiders. Bats.
Dislikes: Arse wipes. Storms.
Fears: Drowning. Being abandoned by the pack. Being feared by those she cares for.
Biography: Born into a litter of four, Mir and her brother, Tag, were the only ones who survived. When the former leaders died from the cold and hunger, her brother was the one who was going to take their place (he kind of threatened his way into it). Mir knew that he would ruin what was left of the pack (he was very irrational and violent and would sooner kill a pup than share food with it), and challenged him. Throughout their fight, he would not back down, and it became kill or be killed. Mir doesn't much regret killing her brother, it was necessary, but she feels the pack fears her a bit now.
Which Pack: Charir or Aussir.
Roleplay Sample: The white-pelted wolf gazed out at the barren wilderness, bright eyes appearing almost white with the reflection of the snow in them. She yawned, jaws spreading open and revealing large, white fangs. When it was quiet like this, she always ended up thinking too much. About the safety and well-being of the pack. About her brother she killed. About her dead siblings who didn't make it past puphood. She thought about Tag and how he would have drove the pack into their death without a care except for himself. She let out a raged cry, leaping up and striking the snow-covered ground in her rage. It was too quiet. Too cold. She went back to her pack.
(it's kind of terrible but I wasn't sure what to put without a prompt or anything)