Southern Alacritia Natives

Role: Just a normal tribe wolf <3
Family: Shawnee
Name: Dada (means curly hair)
Gender: Female
Age: 2 years, born in Spring
Appearance:
Dada's name suits her well, for the first thing one notices about this young lass is her fluffy coat of wiry, loosely curling tresses. An odd genetic mix up, it would seem, that caused her coat to be visibly out of place. However, she has taken this unique trait in stride, and she sees the upsides of it more than the downsides. Sure, the downy undercoat is quite thick, and though her pelt is mostly pale, it still gets pretty warm out in the sun. But, it offers a lot of padding and protection for when she goes on her little walks through the forest and decides to squeeze through the brambles. She is a slender thing, not built for combat or hunting anything bigger than a hare. Her limbs are slim, but fairly long, coupled with a lean torso and a lengthy banner that tends to brush against the ground when she walks. Her slim neck holds up a rather small cranium, with features that are beautiful in the same way a daisy is beautiful. They are delicate and simple features, soft cheekbones and large optics, an expressive face, with a long, regal muzzle that tapers into a cute little rosy button nose.
This soft, downy pelt holds only a few pigments. Dove grey dominates her bodice, though shades of ebony have managed to crawl their way onto her sleek form. Obsidian encircle her optics, and flows from the inside corner of her eye, down the edges of her snout, and stop just an inch or so shy of her nose. The same shade tips her long plume, masking any dirt that might be accumulated over the course of the day while it may be subjected to dragging in the dirt. Alabaster forelimbs are often splattered with mud or sand, from her time mostly spent on the coast. Not to mention that her favourite place on the continent is the Manatee Cove, where she spends much of her time. To complete the endearing features, ivory brow spots mark the movement of her features, frequently moving up and down as she screws up her face in various expressions.
Framed by thick black lashes are a pair of sparkling orbs, molten hues of amber and whiskey that catch every little detail. The lass smells of foreign spices, sharp and enticing, and her vocals are smooth and sweet, like honey, and escape her maw in a pleasant alto. Though they can be a little choppy and awkward when she isn't using her native tongue. She wears a pair of feathers entwined in the downy fur behind her left audit, taken from the tail of a rainbow macaw.
Personality:
The lass is a sweet creature, if a little bit shy. Not one for large crowds, save for her family and friends when they gather, she prefers to spend her time out in nature. It's not that she's socially inept, more that she never really has anything to say. Conversations are often short for her, unless one catches her in the right mood. Dada speaks more to her close friends than she does to her family. This is not because she is not close to them, but more that she sees them so often they usually know what's been going on with her.
She's explored every inch of the island she lives on, but still continues to travel all over it as if she has not seen a single thing. The world is a wonder in her eyes, and she loves to see what kinds of things nature can produce and create. The other creatures that she shares the world with are what she tends to be drawn to, and she likes to see what kinds of strange beasts live all over. The manatees are her favourites, though. She has spent hours on end trying to swim around with them, but they always move away into deeper water, farther from her reach. One day, she will achieve it, though.
The wolves of the north terrify her, though she has a secret desire to see one. Not up close, she's not stupid, but she wants to see if they have scales and spines, or breathe fire. They're so cruel, in the stories and the prophecies, she wants to see what these mythical beasts look like. Though, she wouldn't share this opinion with anyone.
Star gazing is another favourite activity of hers, and she can often be found outside on cloudless nights, charting the constellations and watching the glittering pinpricks in the great black abyss above. She likes to do this with a partner, or a group, if she can. It's not unheard of for her to drag friends out into the middle of nowhere to sit around and stare at the sky. Even if everyone has fallen asleep, she simply curls up amid all the warm bodies and lets the stories behind the stars flow through her head.
The lass' brain is such a noisy place, there's so much information bouncing around within it. She's got so much in there, from the different sounds birds make, to the names and stories of the various stars mapped out across the sky, to the songs she likes to sing while she's exploring the world around her. There's so much, she knows the answers to just about any question one could ask about the island she lives on. It's kind of frightening to her, some days.