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 Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2005 5:16 pm
 Seneca's Journal
"We have doomed the Wolf not for what it is, but for what we have
deliberately and mistakenly perceived it to be..the mythologized epitome of
a savage, ruthless killer..which is, in reality, no more than a reflexed image of
ourself." -Farley Mowat
Rules: Only Tortie, JadeEye, and Reivan have permission to post in this journal.
If you'd like to post for any reason, please send a private message to myself, Tortie.
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2005 5:25 pm
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About Seneca Name: Seneca
Pronunciation: Sehn-Eck-Ah
Meaning: A Native American people formerly inhabiting western New York from Seneca Lake to Lake Erie, with
present-day populations in this same area and in southeast Ontario. The Seneca are the westernmost member
of the original Iroquois confederacy. -courtesy of Dictionary.com
Age: Pup
Color: Blue Merle
Eye Color: Soft Blue
Pack: N/A
Rank: N/A
Personality: Developing
History: Even as a newborn, Seneca wasn't the luckiest. Her mother was an omega and her father, the beta
male of the pack. Despite the wonderfully devoted family, only the alpha pair was given the honor to pass on
their heritage.
The alpha male noticed the omega hadn't been joining the pack for their meals and for their protection. He
started to wonder, but had to keep with the rest to maintain order and give lead. What he didn't know was she
had built a den that was half submerged underground and had given birth to a wonderful array of five newborns.
She knew if either of the alphas found out, she would loose her pups. After little less than a week after giving
birth, she knew that her pups would not survive without the gracious food that her pack was only able to obtain.
She'd never been a loner and couldn't bring down a large prey item by herself. She kept a tidy den and figured
the pups would be all right for a few hours. She left to join up with the pack. As she entered their territory again,
she shrunk to the ground as her omega position expected of her. The alpha male glanced at her and
immediately went over to determine her scent. She rolled onto her back in submission but he flashed her a
fierce look. She hesitated, hoping it wasn't the scent of her newborns. He dashed toward the way she came, his
nose hovering above the ground. She leaped off of her back and pinned her ears fiercely for the first time in her
life. She raced towards him but he was moving too fast. She stood dead in her tracks as she watched him enter
her den. A few minutes later, he emerged with blood dripping from his muzzle. She dropped in surrender as he
snarled and shunned her from the pack. Her torment was overwhelming and she sunk into what was left of her
den.
Despite the unphysical pain the alpha had just inflicted in her, she searched the ground for any sign of life. As
she got further and further her hopes were dwindling. She stopped when she got to the end of the den, what was
there amazed and deemed her dumbfounded. A tiny runt-of-the-litter lay there, barely breathing. She dropped
to the ground and started grooming immediately.
She named the pup Seneca and now only left to fend for herself and one pup, the new mother set off on her own.
One afternoon, Seneca had been left at the base of a tree while her mother went off looking for food. They had
done this a couple of times now that the pup started to consume meat, except this day was different. A bear
had caught the scent of the young child. Seneca knew she was in trouble and howled a terrible sound. Her
mother rushed to see what was wrong. As soon as she saw the bear, the adult female pounced for her pup's life.
The bear was a strong and dominant male who carried the mother wolf's lifeless body away. Seneca was
left there at the base of the tree with horrible images that hadn't made much sense.
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2005 5:26 pm
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