Alright, so I figured since I haven't really used Orion here in so long, it shouldn't be too much of a problem to change him a bit, of sorts. I was inspired by Raav…plus, it would be a little weird if Orion was the same age while Raav was older. So anyways...
Name: Orion Fulcry
Orion has mellowed out somewhat in his later years. He is no longer completely distrustful of vermin - no more so than he is of any other beast, anyway. He has developed into a fairly melancholy fellow. He prefers to keep to himself and becomes depressed when he sees happy, wholesome families. His ire can still be raised, and then he is his old, fiery self.
Spending a quiet afternoon in the shade of a tree. Carving.
Any kind of alcohol. Being around happy families.
Orion looks much the same as he did 18 seasons ago. His fur is still its deep red, although streaks of grey have begun to show themselves. The scars on his chest aren't as noticeable as they once were, and one might almost miss them beneath his chest fur. He still carries his bow and quiver, daggers and pouch. He still wears green pants and two rings still hang on a chain around his neck.
He is very patient and can wait for as long as it takes. Having lived the life of a warrior, his combat skills are not to be trifled with. His paws are still as steady as ever, and if anything, he is a better shot with his bow.
Unfortunately, while his combat skills are topnotch, his body isn't as young as it used to be. He can't fight for as long as he used to, he can't run as fast as he used to, and he can no longer stay up until hours past dark and expect to wake up before daybreak. In short, he has begun to slow down.
In his younger days, Orion came across the village of Rugbark. He settled there for a time, made friends, and ended up as leader. However, one by one, the residents of the village drifted away. Finally, when it was just him and a pawful of others, they decided it would be best to go their separate ways.
Orion continued searching for his sisters, but he never did find them. There came a point, after following a particularly-useless lead, when he finally gave up hope. He had spent most of his life searching, but all he had ever found were disappointments. Disillusioned, his life lost all purpose, and he took to wandering aimlessly. His passionate hate against ferrets, once so strong, faded. He realized there was as much reason to hate ferrets as a whole because of what a single group did as there was to distrust all arrows because one flew crooked.
The knowledge of his wasted life weighs heavily on him, along with the feeling that if he had only tried a little harder - not sure when, but at some point - maybe things would have turned out differently. When he ran across a pair of otters consumed by a similar quest as his, Orion did his best to try and convince them out of it. They didn't listen and continued on their way, leaving behind a squirrel shaking his head at the irony of the situation.
Having devoted his entire life to a single purpose, he had never looked past it to what he would do after he found his sisters…or stopped. So, Orion wanders still.