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Username: jinxgirl5
Alpha name: Ghostsong
Where does he live: His old home is among a pine forest and rolling hills interspersed with mountains. He left that territory behind, but still wanders through the pine forests and mountains, heading north. Whether he will eventually stop and settle remains to be seen.
What is this guys story: Before he was Ghostsong, his name was Wolfsong. Wolfsong was the leader of a proud and resilient pack. They weathered many hardships and celebrated many triumphs, and under Wolfsong's leadership they flourished. Though he never took a mate he considered himself a father, both of his pack and specifically to a young female the pack had found in their territory, parents dead and newly emerged from her incense container, whom he named Wildrose. Wildrose grew up strong and beautiful, and Wolfsong couldn't be prouder. It seemed like he would live out his life in such a fashion, leading his pack until it was time for him to step down for the next generation and, eventually, returning to the earth that held the bones of his father and those who came before him. But it was not to be.

On a cool autumn evening, humans invaded the pack territory. They came in a large metal beast that flew in the sky and created a storm-like wind with it's strange wings. The pack fled for the safety of the trees where the metal beast might not follow them, but Wolfsong, guarding their backs, was stung by something flung from the metal beast, and collapsed. When he woke he was not with his pack, or even in his forest home. He was in a strange place of cold metal and sharp smells, and humans who jabbered in their odd language and stared at him with intense interest. How long he stayed there, Wolfsong does not know. Then came a day that the humans put him into a deep sleep, and when he awoke he was back in his home, as though it was all a bad dream. Wolfsong fled back into the forests and started the search for his pack. He caught their scent and traveled a full day and night. At the end of a journey was a hill, his pack somewhere on the other side. He started to climb, but stopped.

At the top of the hill was Wildrose, but not the Wildrose he remembered. She wore the form of an Alpha. With her was a male, one he did not remember being of the pack, and it was clear there was something between the two. As he watched Wildrose lifted her head and howled to the sky, and below the song of the pack joined with her voice. They were happy. And suddenly, Wolfsong could not continue forward. He could not bring himself to take leadership away from Wildrose, not when they were doing so well under her command, for there could not be two Alphas. And he was not as he once. For their sake, he could not return.

And so he turn and faded into the night, wandering far from his old home to new lands. He changed his name to Ghostsong, for Wolfsong was no more. To this day he wanders still, solemn at his lose and wondering if he will ever again lead a pack.