Glimmer

<sup>Name: Glimmer.
Gender: Female.
Age: 2.
Breed:: Half wolf, half dog.
Pack: Loner.
Rank: Loner...
Mate: Loner...
Offspring: None.

Appearance: Glimmer is small by wolf standards, but massive for a dog. She is about the color of a lightly toasted marshmallow, white with a soft undertone of golden brown. Her eyes are so dark of a brown the iris and pupil seem to run together. She has a large wound around her neck where her collar embedded itself partially before she managed to tear it off. She isn't one that gives much attention to hygiene and is almost always covered in a layer of grime.
Personality: Glimmer is... angry to say the least. She hates the world, especially the humans who gave her her god forsaken name... Glimmer... to her it is more grating as it rolls off the tongue than forks on plate, and about as tasteful as boiled vomit. She is spiteful and spends all of her energy on planning revenge at every wolf that pushes her buttons, and she has more buttons than the Star-ship Enterprise. Every encounter she has ends up in turmoil; mainly because everything that goes through her head immediately comes out of her mouth and she will insult or demean anyone, regardless of rank (the main reason she is still a loner).
History: When Glimmer was a pup, her name was not Glimmer. Her mother had named her Mamba, after the vicious, poisonous snake. But the farmer that had bred her sold her to another farming family, with a small toddler who wanted a puppy for Christmas. The girls name was Emily, and Mamba despised her from the get-go. When she was brought to her new home Christmas Eve, the wretched father tied a gaudy red bow around her neck and shoved her unceremoniously under a dying pine tree that was, suspiciously, right in the living room! She was so shocked that she forgot to even bite the man. Soon Emily came pitter-pattering down the stairs and scooped up Mamba, almost squeezing the life out of her.
"Imma name you Glimmer!" she exclaimed in a shrill voice with the twang of a country accent. She had a lisp from her missing front teeth.
'Glimmer!' the pup thought with disgust, 'could she possibly have thought of something any more demeaning?' But soon she forgot that she had ever been named Mamba, and the disgraceful name Glimmer had stuck with her out of habit.
Over the next year, Glimmer wrought havoc upon the household. She peed in the house, ate the chickens, chased the cattle, and finally bit the daughter in the face, leaving a nasty wound in need of stitches. Finally the father had enough and kicked her out. Glimmer didn't try to go back; she was glad to leave. She wandered the island and has been a loner for the past year.</sup>