Wait. What? MORE Erani Relatives?

Number: #7
Name: Shilah of the Nomads
Age: 2 years, born in Spring
Voice: Vic Mignogna
Scent: Shilah's scent is a mix of spruce and pine as well as a slight bit of mint which he enjoys rolling in every now and then.
Appearance: Shilah bears the mark of the half-trained nomad proudly on his forehead. The two vertical lines rest right in the part of his fur and are still fairly visible. His were dyed with a terra cotta hue. Overall Shilah has a dark sable coat that's almost black with a subtle mix of earthen underhues. His eyes are rimmed in silver and his tail is tipped in a similar hue. Mottled, speckled stockings of silver stretch up each of his legs.

Shilah's build is fairly average for a wolf. He's not too tall or too short, not to muscular nor is he frail. Overall, Shilah has the sturdy yet agile build of a herder.

(took of the mark on the muzzle hope that's alright, it kind of looks like a funny mustache from the front xD)
Personality:

Restless, cheerful, and friendly, Shilah is generally on the go. He loves to embrace his freedom and has a disdain for routine. Generally quite easygoing Shilah makes friends with wolves from all walks of life and he loves to laugh and tease.

Shilah often has blind faith in people and in the world. His optimism is infectious, although it can get them into trouble from time to time. Curious to a fault, Shilah is easy-going most of the time though he can have a quick temper but he'll often forget what he was angry about a second later. If he doesn't Shilah will usually take to running to cool his anger. He doesn't have a lot of patience to wait things out. That's where his restless, adventurous nature kicks in.

Sometimes Shilah can be a bit difficult to understand. Sometimes he's easy-going, joking and having a good time. Other times he's on fire, intense and impassioned about something or other. Shilah abhor's anything that fences him in, he needs to feel like he has space. He's the type that'll run away when things get too serious or dull but he'll be back a minute later.

To Shilah the world is filled with adventure, new things to experience and most of all, hope. There is an unmistakable faith and enthusiasm with this wolf. One of his most endearing traits is his willingness to keep up a sense of humor. Even when Shilah is feeling low, he manages to find humor in life and have fun with whatever he has.

Roleplay Sample:

A few rocks slipped down the steep incline but Shilah kept moving boldly forward. He'd travelled this steep terrain frequently enough to know the twists and turns though he still needed practice with his hunting. From his jaws hung a young goat that he'd killed. The chase had bruised him up good because almost as soon as he had it by the throat he'd lost his footing.

Once he got to the top Shilah set the catch down to begin eating when he caught the scent of another wolf? and the scent of blood and birthing. His ears flicked forward. That wasn't a good sign, usually any scent of the birth during and after the process was dealt with quickly to prevent predators from preying on the pups. If he had to guess, Shilah supposed it was a rogue female and she was alone. That just would not do! Snatching up the kid in his jaws he set off in the direction of the scent.

Not to far away in a small thicket rested a small black female, her side heaving in agony. One newborn was laying a short ways behind the mother and for a second he thought the pup was dead than he noticed slight movement. Without a second though Shilah dropped his kill and dove forward, fangs snipping the sac from the pup as he began licking, ignoring the taste.

"PISS OFF!" Fangs sank into Shilah's right ankle and he flinched but continued licking while the mother's head twisted to the side. Suddenly, the pup began to squeal. "M'am, please? I know you have no reason to believe me, but I promise you I am only trying to help. I don't like to see? such suffering." Slowly, he felt the fangs release from his haunch. "Very well? AHH..hehh? but if you make one wrong move I will castrate you here and there." Shilah nodded and did not argue.

"I'm sorry to be forward miss but I need to uh?" The femme rolled her eyes and lifted her tail. "Just? help me." The last word trickled out in a whine and he swore he could see a tear in the femmes eyes. Shilah nodded, suddenly serious. "I will do everything in my power for you and your pups?"