Courier
| Last Details | |
|---|---|
| Death Age | 7 years 6 months (Elder) |
| Sex | Male |
| Personality | Capable |
| Breeding Records | |
|---|---|
| Death Age in Rollovers | 180 |
| Pups Bred | 12 pups bred |
| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Mojave (0.36%) |
| Base Genetics | Warm Medium III |
| Eyes | Indigo |
| Skin | Moonbow |
| Nose | Black |
| Claws | Black |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | None |
| Carrier Status | Unknown |
| Variant | Default |
| Markings | |
|---|---|
| Slot 1 | Aspen Half Cape Ticking (78%) |
| Slot 2 | None |
| Slot 3 | Luna Smudge Heavy (51%) |
| Slot 4 | White Urajiro (73%) |
| Slot 5 | White Marbled Unders (64%) |
| Slot 6 | Nocturne Ghast (49%) |
| Slot 7 | None |
| Slot 8 | None |
| Slot 9 | None |
| Slot 10 | None |
| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| 65 | 62 | 58 |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| 94 | 88 | 367 |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon |  Waning Crescent Moon |
| Season |  Autumn |
| Biome | Rainforest |
Biography
A short story written about this wolf and his love:
Courier shivered as he trotted through the cold landscape. His breath hung in the air like small clouds of fog with each exhale. It was too cold this morning, he hated this type of weather. He was more acclumated to the desert landscape where his pack often had him hunting, but the pack had recently moved to another area. Travelling to and from the desert took more time now, the air was colder here than the sandstone hills he often trotted. But today…today was worth braving the cold morning, even with the snow drifting onto his fur as he padded through dried grass of the prairie. Today was his mate's birth moon after all, and he wouldn't miss it for anything. She meant too much, both to him and the pack. If she wasn't surrounded by the cubs he sired with her, she was tending to the smallest of them within the pack. It was rare to not see a newborn or young puppy crawling around her or playing with her…but Sunrise was just that good of a mother and maternal figure. She was his sun, his light and love. He just hoped that the desert flowers he'd packed in his bag in secret would be a sufficient surprise for his lady love.
Courier shivered as he trotted through the cold landscape. His breath hung in the air like small clouds of fog with each exhale. It was too cold this morning, he hated this type of weather. He was more acclumated to the desert landscape where his pack often had him hunting, but the pack had recently moved to another area. Travelling to and from the desert took more time now, the air was colder here than the sandstone hills he often trotted. But today…today was worth braving the cold morning, even with the snow drifting onto his fur as he padded through dried grass of the prairie. Today was his mate's birth moon after all, and he wouldn't miss it for anything. She meant too much, both to him and the pack. If she wasn't surrounded by the cubs he sired with her, she was tending to the smallest of them within the pack. It was rare to not see a newborn or young puppy crawling around her or playing with her…but Sunrise was just that good of a mother and maternal figure. She was his sun, his light and love. He just hoped that the desert flowers he'd packed in his bag in secret would be a sufficient surprise for his lady love.