Azarak [Up to 5]

OOH GIRL YOU'RE SHINING, LIKE A FIFTH AVENUE DIAMOND

I WANNA DO YOU LIKE MICHAEL
, I WANNA KISS YOU LIKE PRINCE
OOH PRETTY BABY, YOU'RE ONE OF A KIND, YOU'RE SO CLASSIC

YOU'RE OUT OF MY LEAGUE, OLD SCHOOL CHIC LIKE A MOVIE STAR; YOU'RE SO OVER MY HEAD & I'M OUT OF MY MIND SO DAMN CLASSIC

Puppy Name/Number:Sarka
Personality:
"Don't expect me to bow down to you baby because you aren't a prince to me."
At a younger age Sarka will automatically be assumed a mute, she doesn't speak very often and if she does it's within softer tones. Her shy nature is mainly because of her fear of the world, instead of curiosity her heart races at the thought of bad things happening to her. She would rather stay close to her mother and father than explore with her other siblings who she looks up to in awe. Sarka is afraid that she will get hurt, and in the process of being saved others will get hurt as well. In that little head of hers she dreams of being someone who is able to protect everyone but never has the courage to do it.
While she fears the unknown, she loves the things she does know. New things are something Sarka won't want to try unless she see's mother or one of her siblings try it first. Her trust is completely within them, all her dependence centered around her family in the hopes she can surround herself by them and never let go. Sarka won't be much of a fighter, she just wants to relax and cuddle up with someone that she knows well. Though this might change as she grows older.
As she grows older Sarka will grow more active, also being flexible depending on those who affect her world. Though one thing that won't change is her fear of the world, though it will become more concealed. Sarka will want nothing to do with the outside world at most and will want to stay within her family and pack lands. She will speak more, play more, and probably be able to learn a thing or two but with a delicate mental state she tries to keep herself calm.
Sarka will be subjected to various anxiety attacks if she is exposed to situations she dislikes. These being the thoughts of those she loves being hurt and she being unable to do anything about it since she is more on the weaker side of things. While she will try her best, pushing herself might become a habit and deliberately making herself often sick because of it. Sarka will try to strive to become stronger, and this personality is of course subject to change as her world moves around her. One thing that won't change if her love for her family.
Appearance:

Sarka won't be as large as either of her parents, growing only to be 27" in height and weighing in at 75lbs being a small and lean girl. Her body will be well taken care of despite her nature of not wanting to go out often. With beautiful white locks of fur covering most of her body something that she would take pride in. Sarka's head being a grayish blue color and the insides of her ears brown like that of her mothers head. Her eyes are a brilliant cyan blue color that just add to the soft demeanor that Sarka gives off.
Sarka is soft spoken, her voice is something that doesn't travel very far and she doesn't like to yell. Much like a cotton ball, her voice it much like that of a echo off in the distance. Exactly like her gait in which carries slightly lower than others even with her small stature not wanting to cause any trouble. Though she will always carry herself with confidence around her family, and with a playful manner as well.

Health: Anxiety Disorder due to stress during pregnancy.
Alignment: Neutral Good
Sample:
The feeling of cool air was nice, specially if you had been laying in a blazing hot den all day. Though that was a feeling that the small pup didn't mind, it was better than being outside where all sorts of things could happen. Suddenly the feeling of cool air was sucked away, and her eyes opened as she realized the feeling had only been a result of the dream she had been having. Her eyes shining brightly started to adjust to the dim light of the den as she pressed up against her siblings who were all moving about in her sleep. Her head would pull to look outside, realizing that it was still in the later hours of night and her dream had been somewhat disturbed by the kicking of the others in their dreams. It made Sarka think why was she so different from them, they were all so bounding and different, and she was so reserved and scared of the world along with new things.
The girl opened her small jaws, and yawned, she was better off not worrying about these things anyway. She was small, and all she cared about was the warmth of her family. Shutting her eyes again, she fell into a dreamless sleep this time, only to wake up to the sound of her brothers and sisters screaming and playing with each other. Sarka, as she rose every morning, would do it slowly, pulling her small puppy body to the edge of the den squinting her eyes as they came in contact with sunlight. Harsh compared to the darkness she had welcomed earlier. Blinking she looked around for her mother for a few moments, before trudging out of the den a little more. Sneezing, but only smiling when her brother looked at her. She gave him a nod as to say that she was alright, before sitting again to watch them play happily from her spot near the den. Maybe one day she wouldn't be so afraid of going out.
Sarka got bored after some time though, and with the absence of her mother who was probably nearby there wasn't much for her to do. She suddenly sprawled out on her stomach, and rolled onto her back, keeping her paws stretched out as she looked at the sky. She simply had been wondering what it looked like from this angle, and everything was upside down as she flicked her tail back and forth from underneath her. Any adult looking at her would probably chuckle at her odd position, as she decided to tuck her paws close to her fluffy body. Oh, how one day she wanted to see what a jellyfish looked like. Instead of just listening to the stories, it must have been nice, just floating along in the water like it was air.