Hara'mukha

Hara'mukha is, through and through, a canna'thi. This, however, is not due to any real anti-social behavior or inclinations. He simply loves to travel. As a very adventurous canna, he has grown fairly wise to the world and how to survive in it both near and far from the grimm. While wary of humans, Hara has always been a clever dog and has learned the best methods of swiping a burger off of a grill from underneath the noses of a pack of grimm. His solitude has also led him to acquiring knowledge in the nature that surrounds him. Granted, these lessons were learned mainly through trial and error on himself - learning which plants could heal and which may make him sick.

Even with his lack in regular socialization through clan living, Hara'mukha is a fairly friendly dog. Prior to the Rozo'ama Akoda, he would oftentimes wander between clans of dogs to exchange exotic healing remedies he's picked up, herbs, and stories for items such as a rabbit or mouthful of kibble and a safe place to stay for the night. When asked, he would also excitingly share tales of his own adventures, those canna that he had encountered on his travels, or even the gods. However, due to his strange dialect, it was sometimes difficult for others to fully understand the stories he told. It is also due to his manner of speaking that he was dubbed "Rara'mukha" or "stone mouth" by his contemporaries. With the inability to pronounce the "r" at the beginning of his name, he refers to himself as "Hara'mukha."

Long before the earthquake, when Hara'Mukha was just a young whelp, he was brought up like any typical "pure-bred" puppy. He spent his first ten weeks with his mother on a farm before being passed off to a young couple. He never quite figured out what his role or purpose was meant to be in this home and was never given the proper chance. After living with these humans for roughly a month the female of the pair developed a strange scent. She became easily agitated by the puppy and his proficiency of making messes ranging from ripping and tearing things apart to bodily excretions upon the floor. After four more months, and the monstrous woman becoming even larger and more haggard, the young puppy was dumped on the side of a street in the country side.

Hara'Mukha has no prior memory of his human given name. He had been too rambunctious with too short an attention span to care to learn it to begin with.

The Elkhound was never one to stay in one place for too long. His wariness around strangers often brought him moving from city to city, careful to never grow too close to any individual group. He had joined many packs and clans over his years and learned many tricks and stories, but it wasn't until he arrived at Kah'ren that fate determined with a trembling of the earth beneath his paws that he should remain.