Sigrun
Last Details | |
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Death Age | 7 years 7 months (Elder) |
Sex | Female |
Personality | Dedicated |
Breeding Records | |
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Death Age in Rollovers | 182 |
Pups Bred | 14 pups bred |
Looks | |
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Base | Hornfels (0.1%) |
Base Genetics | Muted Dark III |
Eyes | Olive |
Skin | Black |
Nose | Black |
Claws | Black |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | None |
Carrier Status | View Report |
Variant | Default |
Markings | |
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Slot 1 | None |
Slot 2 | None |
Slot 3 | Black Ghast (24%) |
Slot 4 | None |
Slot 5 | Sterling Dilution (39%) |
Slot 6 | White Underfur (16%) |
Slot 7 | Gray Tamaskan Unders (38%) |
Slot 8 | Black Agouti (48%) |
Slot 9 | White Tamaskan Unders (53%) |
Slot 10 | None |
Birth Stats | ||
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Strength | Speed | Agility |
77 | 68 | 84 |
Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
79 | 76 | 384 |
Birth Information | |
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Moon | New Moon |
Season | Autumn |
Biome | Tundra |
Biography
Theme song: Faith's Hymn
As you walk through the Village, a cold gust of wind stirs your fur, sending chills down your spine. Then, an excited whine echoes across the area and catches your attention. Your ears swivel forward as you spot flashes of white fur among the shadows. You cautiously approach and see a pup poking its head out from the grass. Evidently, it had escaped its nursery den.
You inch closer to the mischievous puppy as it scampers away from your grasp. You sit on the ground, trying to lure it back with your wagging tail. Unbeknownst to you, the Lead Pupsitter watches nearby, assessing if you're a threat or not. She notices your genuine effort, finding your commitment to the pup's safety endearing.
But the urgency of her task kicks in, and she comes to lend you a paw; both of you are able to corral the playful pup and escort it safely back to the nursery.
"Well done," she says, nodding towards the pup. "You have quite the way with pups."
You feel bashfulness rising up within you as you try to think of something to say in response. You're usually much more suave than this, but something about her has thrown you off balance.
"Thank you," you manage to stammer out. "I just couldn't bear to see them lost or hurt."
The female inclines her head in agreement. "I know what you mean," she says softly. "They're so innocent and vulnerable."
You find yourself nodding along, caught up in the warmth of her words and the softness of her gaze.
But then reality intrudes as she turns to go back to her duties. "Well, thank you again for your help," she says with a grin. "Maybe we'll run into each other again."
The female pup sitter smiles warmly at you before heading off to resume her duties.
Birth Pack: Ravengarde Tribe
Father: Kafka
Role: Lead Pupsitter*
Relationships: Robin (son) ; Bael (son) ; Torgga (mother) ; Askan (older brother)
*The Lead Pupsitter holds a very important role, ensuring that the pack's future is safe and secure. It is usually an older female who is chosen for this responsibility, as she has seen and experienced many things throughout her life.
She has a deep understanding of the needs of pups and teaches them how to seek safety, hunt, defend themselves, and even prepare their meals. The Lead Pupsitter will also comfort those who are scared or anxious, providing them with much-needed reassurance in times of hardship. She's very proud to see these young wolves grow into the strong wolves she's trained them to be.