Wolf Profile // Sparrowflight

 

SPARROWFLIGHT

Windbound Dispersal • Rite-born of Thornveil • Keeper of Echoes

BASIC INFORMATION

Name: Sparrowflight

    Pup name; Yip

    Naming Rite; Rite of the Howlbound - led an elk ambush in the northern territory of her natal pack.

    Titles/Epithets: n/a

Gender: Female 

Age: 2

   Birth Year: -2 

    Death year: N/A

Wolf ID#: 1320F
Status: Alive

Pack: None, currently.

    Natal Pack: Thornveil.

Role: Dispersal

STATS & GENETICS

Strength: -1

Stamina: -1

Speed: +1

Health: +1

Coat: Marshmallow 

Genetics: k/k

Appearance: A small-framed wolf cloaked in warm, cream-brown fur that catches the light like sunlit bark. Her tail is a plume of fluff, often twitching with unreadable intent. Dusty yellow eyes gleam with a quiet cunning—like pollen caught in amber. Her muzzle is perpetually parted in a crooked smirk, as if she knows something the wind forgot to whisper.

Aura: She carries the scent of dry grass and distant thunder. Her presence feels like the moment before a clever lie is told—playful, charged, and impossible to ignore.

Scent: Riverstone and sparrowdown.

BIOGRAPHY

Early Life

Sparrowflight was born beneath the hush of dawnlight, swaddled in the warmth of Thornveil’s ancient roots. Her first year unfolded like a soft chant—plentiful meals, quiet seasons, and the steady rhythm of shared caretaking. With seasoned parents at the helm and a chorus of yearlings and subordinates at their flanks, the pack moved as one body, one breath.

Fourteen wolves strong, Thornveil held its ground with quiet authority. Their territory was uncontested, their densite a fortress of kinship and vigilance. Even the lumbering giants of the forest—bears, moose, and wandering loners—paused at the perimeter, sensing the woven strength of bloodline and bond.

It was a year of peace, but not of stillness. Beneath the calm, Sparrowflight’s eyes began to sharpen. Her smirk formed early, a flicker of mischief in the lull. The pack saw a pup; the forest saw a spark.

Naming and Departure

Sparrowflight earned her name through the Rite of the Howlbound—a sacred trial marking the passage from dusk-born pup to wind-sworn hunter. It began with fire in the lungs and frost on the ground: an elk hunt, swift and brutal, as her litter faced the wild’s first true test.

Yip, ten moons old and already sharp as pine, led the charge. He guided the pack to a wintering herd nestled in the valley’s hush, where breath steamed like ghosts and hooves carved stories into snow. The ambush was swift. Sparrowflight danced through danger, weaving past the bull’s thrashing limbs and budding antlers with a grace that defied gravity. When the beast fell, it was she who leapt first—her paws landing light, her eyes bright with triumph. The elders named her Sparrowflight, for she moved like a bird caught in stormlight: fast, fearless, and free.

But freedom has many shapes. As a yearling, her gaze began to drift beyond Thornveil’s steady rhythms. The pack was strong, the bonds unbroken—but the horizon whispered. At fifteen moons, she stepped away from the densite’s embrace, her paws tracing the sun’s descent. She did not look back. 

She was a dispersal now—wind-bound, name-earned, and chasing the edge of her own legend.

Dispersalship

We meet Sparrowflight beneath a sky that no longer belongs to Thornveil. She is two years old, nearing three, and every step she takes is untethered—chosen. Her paws have worn through snowmelt and sun-cracked stone, through forests that do not speak her name and winds that do not carry her scent. Yet she walks with the smirk of someone who remembers being named in blood and triumph.

She is leaner now, her frame carved by solitude and long travel. Her dusty yellow eyes scan the horizon not for danger, but for story. She is no longer a daughter of Thornveil, but a keeper of its echoes. The Rite of the Howlbound lives in her bones, but her howl now belongs to no pack.

She moves like a question.

She listens like a shrine.

She is dispersal—not lost, not seeking, but unfolding.

Adulthood:

Notable feats: 

KNOWN KIN, MATE, AND OFFSPRING

Mother: Mossgleam - soft-voiced but sharp-eyed, the lorekeeper of Thornveil. She names pups like she's planting seeds.

Father: Brackenjaw - stoic and broad-shouldered, known for his silence and storm-sense. His howl is low and long, often mistaken for distant thunder.

Siblings

Sparrowflight's Litter

Thistlepad - healer-in-training, gentle and quiet. Known for her moss poultices and quiet wisdom. 

Yip - led the elk ambush. Bold, fast, and fiercely loyal.

Rooktail - restless and sharp-tongued. Rumored to be considering dispersal soon.

Older Siblings

Cinderstep - Stern, strategic, and deeply protective of the younger wolves.

Fennelshade - Denmother, nurturing and firm. Oversees pups and rituals with a warm growl.

Drift - Left the pack seasons ago. Occassionally returns with strange tales and foreign scents.

Hollow - Silent, rarely speaks. Communicates through gesture and gaze. A mystery to even Mossgleam.

Younger Siblings

Pebble - Still learning the rythm of the pack. Loves chasing shadows. 

Nip - Mischievous and loud. Idolized Yip and Sparrowflight.

Tansy - Shy but observant. Often found watching the treeline.

Elder

Gravemane - Lore Elder. Not a direct parent, but considered kin. Carries the oral history of Thornveil in his cracked voice and scarred muzzle.

Mate:

    Former mates, if any:

Offspring:

PERSONALITY 

Traits: Idealistic, Courageous, Dishonest

Alignment: Wind-sworn Neutral

Voice: Dry wit, ceremonial cadence 

Core Drive: To unfold her own legend, untethered.

First appearance: