| On a cold moonlit night a lone wolf, his coat slightly greying, came quietly out of the mountain forest, to heed the call of his brethren. Thus did Zedo join the pack. His coat greying from the passage of many seasons, he lacks the agility of many of the young pups he runs with. He conpensates for his declining speed with the wisdom of years. He is respected among his brothers and sisters for his honor, never leaving the field before the fight is finished. If you underestimate this wise old wolf, the moonlight reflecting off his teeth may be the last thing you see.
Zedo distinguished himself in 2001 with an eleventh-hour scramble to assemble a Wolfpack team for Myth World Cup 2001.
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