Macha Family

Name: Kohana (Swift in Sioux)
Age: 4 years Spring
Personality: Kohana is a silent warrior. This boy prefers to follow his first brother as opposed to leading, but will take the lead if need be. He is wise among his kind, never taking brash actions over brains. He will always think things out first, though if the time calls for quick action then he will strike like lightning on his opponent. He is a fierce warrior when the time calls, often using his swift movements to confuse and strike before the enemy knows what's happening. Though often serious, when he opens up he is found to have some humor and compassion for those who manage to befriend him. Let it be said, however, that it is not easy to get him to talk so openly. Most times he will remain silent, or maybe even get nothing more then a one worded reply or a gesture. He is not very sociable with those outside of his pack and his siblings, so socialization is something that he will need help learning.
Kohana is very brave, never will he back down from a challenge be it against another wolf or some other creature, even if it is much larger then himself. He will fight with all he has, and will only back down if his brother tells him to, or if he gets close to losing his life. He believes that with confidence, anything will be achieved. This boy is extremely loyal to his family, and will never betray them. Same goes for his potential mate, should he find one. He believes in "Soulmates" and knows that when he finds "The One", he will be with her and only her forever, even in the spirit world.
Design: Design #2
RP sample:
Leaves remained silent underfoot, the brown warrior moving swiftly and silently towards his prey. The brute had been tracking it for a day now, following the herd for his opportunity to strike. And now, that time was getting close. The stray elk had wandered off, possibly left behind due to its lameness. Kohana huffed, taking in the forest scents and the Autumn breeze. A seriousness in his green eyes infused with a deadly determination that this prey would be his, and it would be his very soon. Light on his paws, he seemed to move effortlessly with practiced swiftness over the ground. Pelt blended in well with his surroundings, as if he were nothing but a part of the forest shadows themselves. He would give no indication that he even existed, his scent was downwind of the beast who would never know his fate was coming. Death would soon come silent and swift like the night owl. After several more minutes, Kohana spotted the creature between a cluster of tightly knitted saplings, the perfect place to trap the witless creature. Kohana lowered his slim body to the ground, paws pulling him forward as he slunk towards the creature. Little by little the elk would turn his way, its muzzle to the ground as it grazed, unawares of the warriors presence.