Adoptable Entry 2

I know it's not the best. And I know that it's traditional, but I did it during school so I couldn't use my tablet.

The quality isn't the best either, because I had to take a picture of it considering my scanner is broken D:

Anyway, this is an entry for adoptable #5 here: [link]
Check them out, they're gorgeous!

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But yeah, here's the entry form :3

Name: Jacira
Nicknames: Jace or Jacey
Name meaning: Beautiful
Age: 1 year and 4 months
Gender: Female

Personality: Jace is brave and protective. She will do anything for the ones she loves, even if it means putting herself in danger. She is very trust worthy, but has trouble trusting others. She loves adventure and exploring but also likes to relax and take things slow. She has more of a "tomboy-ish" type attitude and is different from other females. Jace can sometimes have a temper, though it doesn't last long. She is not afraid to stand up and fight for what she believes in and loves. Jace hates being alone, and loves to be in the company of many other wolves, though she usually is alone anyway. She likes to be friends with everyone, she is accepting and not judgmental and believes in peace. She is very mature for her age.

(Written from Jace's point of view) Bio: I ran, and ran as fast as I could until I finally felt safe in a small cavern near a pond. I was trying to get away, from what you might ask? My pack. I know what you're thinking, why would you want to get away from your pack? Well, I'm not exactly sure to be quite honest.. All I know is that they were up to no good and I had to get away as soon as possible. My name is Jacira, my mom, Niche, picked out my name because it means 'beautiful', but I prefer to be called Jace or Jacey. Ah, my mom. I don't remember much about her due to the fact that I was taken from my pack when I was only a few weeks old and put into a National Park in a "man-made" pack with other wolves my age. Though, I'm not just wolf you know, my dad Sterling was a Siberian Husky, and a gorgeous one at that, he was a show dog that got tired of the "house-dog life" and ran away, he was close to death when my mom, alpha of her pack, found him and took him in. My dad became the alpha male of the pack and together, my parents controlled a pack of 8 wolves, and my dad, the only dog of the group. My looks are that of a Siberian Husky, but my personality is more wolf than anything. Strong, brave, fierce but also caring, forgiving, and respectable. I took a look around at the small cave and padded to the very back where a puddle was formed from water dripping from the top of the cave. I laid down next to the pond, and curled up, hoping that the water would cover up my scent, even though I was sure I was no longer in the park. Which meant, I was free. And though being free has it's advantages, it also has it's disadvantages. I'd run away from my pack, which was my only source of food and protection, and risked my life as a rogue to wander on my own until I stumbled upon a mate, or a pack kind enough to accept me. A sudden drop of cold water hit the top of my head, and I shook before lying my muzzle in my paws and closing my eyes. Far off memories of my family raced through my mind, my mom and dad playing with me and my siblings, my dad teaching us the rules of the pack and where our place is, my mom nuzzling us and keeping us close when it was cold. The memories were distant and blurring, after all, I was only a pup and now I'm almost a year and a half old. And alone. I wondered what my life had in store, and if I'd ever see my family again, and fell asleep to questions that I knew only the future could answer...