Sinugult

Appelsinugult (better known as Sinugult) was a Eurasian Jay who arrived in the Domain on the heels of the Hive. He served as familiar and companion to Andi of Chandor. His story is ongoing alongside hers.

## Personality

* ***Mysterious***. Based on his appearance, this jay clearly didn't originate in the Domain; he must have followed the Hive wolves from a distant land, but since he does not seem to speak any language that Domainians understand, it is difficult to learn about his past.
* ***Feisty and Suspicious.*** Sinugult is ready to fight for his life at the drop of a hat; the smallest noise or something else can startle him into a violent rage. His relatively small beak and claws don't really do much damage, though injuries inflicted by the bird sting like hell. Andi seems to be the only wolf who can calm him down, convincing him he is safe.
* ***Sassy and Disdainful.*** Though he does not seem to speak a language understood by Domainians or 100% understand their language, either, the jay definitely understands requests or questions to at least some degree; and tends to respond the them with a haughty cold shoulder.
* ***Affectionate***. Though he often lives in a state of fear and/or suspicion, when he *is* calm, Sinugult can be found snuggling into the ruff of Andi or another wolf's ruff after their trust has been hard-won. He likes to groom his friends and, apparently not understanding that they do not eat them, bring them worms and bugs.

## Pre-Group History

This jay comes from a place far away from the Domain, though his life before migrating was much like any blue or grey jay native to this area. Continuously working to survive; vigilant and careful. A busy life, but he did just fine, living in the grove where he was raised–until the Hive moved into the area he had called home his entire life.

The large prey was the first to go, hunted and chased quickly out of their normal patterns. But the birds were safe from the slathering monsters up in the trees, right..? They would be careful. *He* would be careful; he always was.

But as the seasons passed, the effects of the unnatural creatures spread, like a disease rotting away his world to the core. And before he knew it, what had started as a trickle–a few other birds he knew disappearing here or there–had turned into a full-blown exodus. His home was becoming unrecognizable, and *all* of the animals in the area were leaving it behind. Eventually even the trees themselves began to feel the effects. When the great trees in the grove his family had called home for generations began to wither, it was finally time for one last, lonely holdout to admit defeat.

He followed the Hive. It was an odd choice, perhaps, but he figured that if he followed them in the direction they were going instead of back the way they had come, he had better chances of finding a land they hadn’t polluted. And he was right; after a few miserable months of living a meager, scavenging existence off the backs of the disgusting wolves, they crossed the ice into what seemed like a whole new world.

In the months following as the Hive spread across the Domain, the jay thought perhaps he could finally find somewhere away from the white creatures to settle down again; surely there was somewhere for him… somewhere like home? He continued to follow the movements of the white wolves carefully, as well as, increasingly, the response of the *other* wolves that lived here. If he saw how this conflict played out… he could find somewhere safe.

But that plan came crashing down around him when, through a combination of curiosity and bad luck, he found himself entirely *too* caught up in the conflict between the wolves when the two sides came crashing together on a stormy day; one slathering, snapping jaw later and he found himself grounded.

He hid in the undergrowth for what felt like hours until, weak, thirsty and in pain, he stumbled out… into the path of a pale wolf. The jay led with his small, sharp talons, unwilling to die without a fight after coming this far. But finally he realized the wolf, while cream-colored, was *not* the same as the creatures he had been living in fear of for so long; and she looked down at the wet, bloody mess of a bird with sympathy in her dark eyes.

## Trivia

* His left wing is recovering from an injury and is a bit crumpled and twisted, making it difficult for him to fly more than a short distance.
* He was given the name "Appelsinugult" (meaning *apple-yellow*, or *orange*, in the naming tradition of Andi's father, Fitu's, birth-pack). He has not offered a name to Andi (at least, none she can understand) but seems happy to respond to the name.