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Make a headcanon for one of the user above's wolves!

Posted 2023-07-29 15:22:40
#1046511
Artemis' third eye is normally closed, most wolves don't even know she has it. But when she communicates with entities beyond the mortal plainβ€”it opensβ€”a fierce and vibrant color which can stun any onlookers whose gaze fall on it.
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#14863
Posted 2023-07-29 15:26:09
#1046513
Even despite being a mentor to many pups and adolescents, Saoirse is harsh and abrasive. She wants things done one way, and one way only. 		oncillaspots
#105349
Posted 2023-07-29 16:42:53 (edited)
#1046555
Kivonulas Prefers to be awake at night, snoring her way through the daylight.

(Wolves in The Ultimates cave only please!)
πŸ”ŽSHUICHI WORSHIPPER πŸ”
#76084
Posted 2023-07-29 16:55:10 (edited)
#1046561
Maki is a she-wolf who, unfortunately, struggles a lot with anxiety. Be it the odd bump in the night, overthinking her behavior, or worrying about what other packmates are saying about her behind her back, she is never at peace - unless her mate Kaito is there to help her. Kaito is a wolf with keen senses and a peaceful, warm energy, which he uses to scan the environment, listen to conversations, persuade and change the viewpoints of other wolves to make his beloved Maki happy. Although there is always something she is stressed about, Kaito is glad whenever he can ease her anxiety if even for a little while. Maki loves Kaito with all her heart, and never forgets to tell him this
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#51433
Posted 2023-07-29 17:43:24
#1046581
Sister Burmecia had a creative and over-imaginative mind since the beginning. The pups knew this fact very well as she would be the one to always share her stories with them. So, to give something back to the wolf who gave seemingly unending tales, a group of pups wove a crown of branches together. Unfortunately, and unbeknownst to the group, their gift would wound up too big. When it was presented to Sister Burmecia, she smiled warmly upon the sight of it, and even though the pups looked upset when they realized their mistake, the wolf put it around her neck. To her, this was the perfect gift regardless of whether it was supposed to be a crown or a, now, necklace, and even though those pups have since grown up, Sister Burmecia still wears the woven branches. She will cherish it forever.
MapleHotChocolate
#49360
Posted 2023-08-01 15:42:34 (edited)
#1047830
Tauth has no remembrance of where his ogham trinket originated, nor where he found it. One day, he settled for a nap after a hunt, awaking in a dreamland to a thicket of shrubbery, enclosed by bushes. A barn owl was there. As it flied down to the ground, an owl hooted overhead, dropping a trinket of feathers and a silver-like banding. Once he awoke, he set out to find this place. Eventually, he reached it, on the outskirts of the territory. The dream re-enacted itself, and when he came back to camp, he woke up again, trinket beside him, and no memory of it. 		oncillaspots
#105349
Posted 2023-08-02 07:23:43 (edited)
#1048079
Life at the mountainside is often harsh and unforgiving, but Hrafn has made most of it. During the cold, dark nights, when the hunger bangs and wind howls, - Hrafn looks at the skies; imagines the stars hidden behind heavy, grey clouds and wonders. Wonders what could change if they reached for the stars. Wonders, if one day they could live - instead of survive. Knows; that the stars shine the brightest only during the coldest of nights. So they survive. One night at the time.
Tsaari
#533
Posted 2023-08-02 08:28:42
#1048096
Decades ago, a railway led to human settlement deep in the woods. When the ores hidden in the earth became scarce, the men left and the railroad fell in disuse. The dark forces of nature enveloped the rails, devouring iron and wood alike.
There, in the darkest shadows, hides Scintilla the ascended. Her eight glowing eyes are the only lights in those woods. Lights born to paralyze travelers incautious enough to trespass her domain.
In her den, in the remins of the old station, Scintilla plans he revenge on Winter Bloom and all their descendants.
When they trapped her in a prison of flesh they should have thought it through, for now, that flesh devour theirs.
Every last muscle, tendon and piece of entrail.

(please choose a wolf without a lore, not from green nebula for those are for sale. Thank you!)
mALEc 🌸🐰 🌸
#121180
Posted 2023-08-02 09:53:08
#1048122
As much as it may not seem like it, Iron Mask is not very fond of pupsitting.

The pups love him because he's "fun" and "easy to talk to", but he believes he's neither of those things.
reynbow! 🍬
#19664
Posted 2023-08-02 12:09:20 (edited)
#1048183
[Oh my god, I'm so sorry, this is so long. IDEK what happened, I just started writing and before I knew it, this "little" headcanon was four paragraphs long. I'll put paragraphs 2 - 4 behind a spoiler so I don't clog the thread]

Shulla's pitch-black pelt makes her virtually invisible at night. Obviously, this is very helpful for night hunting, but there is (or rather, there used to be) a tradeoff: her denmates keep accidentally stepping on her whenever they leave the den at night, not seeing her in the dark.

However, one night, after being trodded on one too many times, Shulla decided to go for a walk. The glow of a full moon lit her path as she wandered the sandy expanse of the Sunhawk Pack's territory, only stopping when she came across a cave she had never seen before. Now, finding an unfamiliar landmark wasn't uncommon for Shulla. After all, the territory was vast, and Shulla herself was rather new to the land on top of that. Still, there was something... strange about this cave, almost mystical, so the young wolf decided to investigate.

Upon entering the cave, Shulla was amazed to find what appeared to be a marketplace not unlike the ones run by that family of raccoons. Though, what really intrigued Shulla was the shopkeepers, for she had never seen wolves (were they even wolves?) that looked like them, with strange tendrils and glowing speckles on their pelts. The duo greeted Shulla warmly, as though she were an old friend that had come to visit, and the three she-wolves spent the rest of the night chatting and sharing stories, only parting ways when the first few rays of dawn touched the land.

Shulla returned to the cave the following night, only to find the shopkeepers gone and their wares vanished. The only thing left in the cave, the only evidence that the previous night had not been a dream, was a long, glowing strand of blue flowers, the same flowers that one of the shopkeepers had joked about the night before, saying that they were so bright that, if Shulla were to wear even just one, her packmates would never have to question where she was again. Somehow just knowing that the garland was made for her, Shulla wrapped it around her body, being careful not to crumple or tear any of the luminous blossoms before returning to her den where, for the first time in what felt like forever, she slept peacefully for the rest of the night, with not a single packmate stepping on or tripping over her.
Laur
#9642
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