Profile of Sage

Like a wisp of smoke, Sage is a dusty grey color on his underside, with the color darkening as it rises up his body until it is almost black over his shoulders and face. As the grey stretches down his face it fades to a light silvery color, almost white. The same light color can be found on his paws, reaching up to his ankles before blending into the darker grey that colors his underside.

Sage stands at around shoulder height to most average-sized wolves and walks with a sense of purpose, with long determined strides. He often seems to be lost in thought, his facial features appearing distant and unfazed, until touched by emotion.

His eyes shine like the waves of the ocean, and glint with mischief, crinkling together whenever he grins. They are a glowing cerulean blue that seems endless and deep. The only thing that can help one tell Sage apart from his twin Valerian is how far the black color drips down his snout. Compared to his brother, Sage sports less of the silvery white color on his muzzle.

In his youth, Sage was loud-mouthed and sarcastic. Growing up, he became quieter, quickly learning that he preferred his solitude to the company of many. He holds onto his sense of humour as an adult, often cracking smart comments in retort to those he is close to.

In relationships, he is slow to trust but is fiercely loyal once the connection is made. He will go to the ends of the earth to protect anyone he considers a friend. It takes a lot to lose his trust, but once it is gone you will never gain it back.

In conversations, he is often a bit more polite and reserved than he once was. His primary motivator with other people is his need to help in whatever way he can, which blends into his enthusiasm for his plants and profession as a herbalist and healer.

He has a romantic streak and can often be found lost in thought. He is slow to anger but will stand for what he believes in, no matter what it costs him.

Born as a twin in their parent's first litter, the young boy had what many would call a perfect upbringing. Living on the edge of the forest near Aberdeen with his two brothers, Sage spent his days playing and exploring as every pup should. While the trio were still young, their mother Naevia contracted Pseudorabies from a wild boar while out hunting. For three days, the family watched as she deteriorated in health until she finally passed away.

When Naevia passed, the family uprooted themselves and moved further inland when they lost their third sibling, Thyme to the Fae Forest. Broken and disheartened, their father never recovered from the two losses. When the twins were a year old, they left to search for Thyme once more in the forest when they came across a small black pup, tucked into the fork of a tree. They boys retrieved the young girl from her perch and carried her back home where they cared for her for many months.

When Rue turned one, their father Emilio, stricken with his grief wandered into the clutches of the ocean in an attempt to reunite with his long lost wife. The three children were left to fend for themselves, something which they struggled greatly with. During a particularly harsh storm, the trio were separated. Sage refused to leave their family home, praying that his adopted sister would find her way home one day.

Sage settled in to life in Aberdeen as an amateur herbalist and works as a shop assistant, while his twin brother wreaks havoc around town as a petty thief. Sage dreams of a life where he has a love and a stable life.