Marengo Pack

~ Markers ~

{ Carrier or Mutation }
— 🧬 = Yes
— 🎒 = Carrier
— N/A = Unknown

{ Personality Type }
— 😇 = Friendly
— 😤 = Aggressive
— 🥰 = Romantic
— 😒 = Stoic

{ Pack Role }
— 🌾 = Stalker
— 💨 = Chaser
— 🏁 = Finisher
— 🍼 = Pup-Sitter
— 🐾 = Mentor
— 🌿 = Herbalist
— 🦅 = Scout
— 💘 = Stud

{ What does "ET" on Pups mean? }
— ET: (insert role icon here) means "Extra Training". As in, the first icon the pup has is their main role based on stats, but they've finished training for it, and so they get that extra training for their second-highest role.

{ Pair-Bond? }
— 💍 = Currently Pair-Bonded
— N/A = Not Pair-Bonded

{ Fertility } // Female Only
— 💔 = Infertile
— ❤️‍🩹 = Low / Extremely Low
— 🩷 = Average / Good
— 💞 = Very Good
— ❤️‍🔥 = High / Extremely High

{ Bio / Day-In-The-Life / Wolf Lore }
— 📖 = Writing In Bio
— N/A = Nothing In Bio

{ Getting Rid Of? }
— 🎁 = Giveaway
— 💰 = Sale
— 🫥 = R&C

~ Current Written Story or Lore ~

"The Marengo Pack is careful around strangers, but they are peaceful at heart." The rogue wolf called 'Reliable' had told you, when you had inquired about the scents in the forest. His dark muzzle, tinged with gray from encroaching age, pointed in the direction of their caves. "A peaceful traveler like you should have nothing to worry about. Oh, and… tell them I said hello, if you visit them, would you?"

Guided by the scents, and eventually the faint voices, you have just begun to pick your way through the thick bramble bushes that Reliable told you marked their camp perimeter, when a wary voice slices through the air like a fang through flesh.

"What's a stranger like you doing so close to our camp?"

Jumping, you whirl around to face the owner of the voice… and your eyes widen. Before you stands a massive, broad-shouldered and golden-furred male. His gaze is like stone as he stares you down. His fangs are bared as he lets out a warning growl. A sign for you to keep your movements slow.

You open your mouth to answer him, but are interrupted as a cream-colored female slips from the foliage behind him. Her eyes study you for a few moments, before turning to settle on her pack-mate. "Come now, Malice... didn't anyone ever tell you that your muzzle could get stuck, if you keep snarling like that all the time…?"

He swings his head around to stare at her and lets out an indignant huff, but as she holds his gaze, you see his tensed muscles slowly relax. When he finally turns back to you, he seems more amused, than anything.

"I'm Malice, Second-in-Command of the Marengo Pack." He rumbles. His eyes pierce yours as he slowly inquires, "And you are…?"