Name:
Shamus

Pack:
Saffron

Gender:
Male

Description:
Like most of his brethren in the Saffron pack, Shamus sports a dark pelt, an admittedly hot pelt during the warm season. However, his fur ranges more into the gray color scheme, rather than the deep chocolate brown that is usual to be classified with the Saffron wolves. He does have the amber eyes though, eyes that always seemed to have a certain twinkle of mischief in them. All around he is a smaller wolf, for a male anyway, although he is filled out enough that he would not be torn apart immediately in combat, though he still prefers to not fight.

Personality:
Shamus is not what you would call a good wolf. Exploiting his pack's reputation for being kind, hospitable, and the source of a good fortune, Shamus has made quite the living away from his pack and out in the world, doing everything he can to con other wolves out of a hot meal or whatever else Shamus see's that they have and he fancies. Often he makes a mild spectacle of his Saffron abilities, and claims to be able to increase the luck of anyone that helps him out for an arbitrary amount of time, depending on what the deal was. Give him a cut of venison? He claims to increase your luck for a day. Give him the deer? You'll be set for the season! How valid his claims are, no one has yet to report.

Abilities:
Although most of his scams involve simply enough his silver tongue, he does have a select range of abilities granted unto him from his Saffron heritage. Like other Saffrons, Shamus can prophesy regarding the next seasons crop and nature yields, though Shamus claims that his gift of prophesy can extend to other things, developed through "special training."

Equipment:
Other than the natural armaments any wolf carries around, Shamus also carries around a leather satchel to hold the supplies required by the constantly moving wolf. This vagabond prefers to live a little better than day to day, so if he can manage to steal it, he generally has enough food on him for at least half a week.

History:
Ever since he has been alive, Shamus felt he was better than other wolves. Pack-mates, foreigners, and friends could all be deceived through his craft, and as time went on he decided to take his cunning to the wider world. War has ravaged the hopes and wits of many wolves, and many are turning to the supernatural for relief. That is where Shamus has found his niche. "Helping" the downtrodden, or anyone really who has something that he wants. He lacks a moral compass in the traditional sense, seeing the preservation of his own creature the only "moral decision" that he has to make.

His biggest challenge so far has come in the form of one Schemeko, a Hemlock who is determined to make him part of his gang. Shamus has resisted so far, although he has accepted his help in trying to pull off a large scheme on his own Saffron pack. He feels he will succeed in fooling his own naive pack mates, not out of any help of Schemeko of course, but thanks to his own wit. And so he goes on, growing in power when he can, fleeing when things go rough, a rather obscure wolf doing as he pleases.