Avalon Pup available

Personality: Sylph is still much the same as she had been, at least to a casual observer. She is still shy and soft spoken, preferring not to draw attention and still grateful for her tiny stature, she is still a sweet girl who seeks only to do right by others but her once friendly demeanor has been replaced with a nervous fear of strangers. She still can't stand to see a stranger hurt but she is visibly uncomfortable with prolonged contact with strangers.

The girl is still a pacifist almost more so than before she left. She has extreme negative reactions to fights, cowering in fear at the mere prospect of such. In fact much of her fear is in line with PTSD, because that is what she suffers from.

That being said she is still incredibly loyal to those she trusts and she strives to improve herself to help them, she still seeks to be a great healer to help protect her family and friends.

What has she been up to?: She found her father's grave and traded healer training with a few northern wolves before she was taken prisoner by a malicious wolf who held her in his den for who knows how long and did with her what he would. One day he didn't come back and it took a few days for her to build up her courage to escape and make her way back to her family.

Rp Sample: Sylph eyed the injured wolf with apprehension, according to her brother he was a trusted member of the pack who had fought valiantly... but like much of the pack he'd joined since her cursed journey north. The girl swallowed the lump in her throat and got to work examining his bruised form. She ran though a mental list of herbs she'd need: Trillium to clean his wounds and kill any infection that may have taken root, Meadowsweet to help with pain, Dandelions a few times a week for bruising...

The girl got to work with the herbs she had with her, tending his wounds with as much gentle care as she could possibly muster and even as she did so she found herself resenting she was being forced to do this... Had her mother's pack been just as war driven as it appeared to be under her brother? Those thoughts were painful for her, she loved her brother even as some of her family seemed to judge her for her continued attachment to her father, and Dragon had given her a place to belong again but- well she just couldn't help it... every time she found out there would be wolves fighting she felt the panic rising in her like bile and she feared the eventuality of retaliation on their own borders.

As she finished up with her patient she moved away from the rest of the wolves around her, settling upon her haunches and shrinking in upon herself. She screwed her eyes closed, tiny form shaking as she fought against the images of violence that flashed through her mind. She couldn't go on like this? How was she to help the pack if she couldn't even handle a single mention of fighting?