Siltsplash
| Last Details | |
|---|---|
| Death Age | 7 years 9 months (Elder) |
| Sex | Male |
| Personality | Charming |
| Breeding Records | |
|---|---|
| Death Age in Rollovers | 186 |
| Pups Bred | 4 pups bred |
| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Coquina (0.12%) |
| Base Genetics | Warm Light I |
| Eyes | Gray |
| Skin | Dark |
| Nose | Dark |
| Claws | Black |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | None |
| Carrier Status | View Report |
| Variant | Default |
| Markings | |
|---|---|
| Slot 1 | Black Back (7%) |
| Slot 2 | Black Patchy Unders (10%) |
| Slot 3 | Yellow Inuit Unders (24%) |
| Slot 4 | White Urajiro (16%) |
| Slot 5 | None |
| Slot 6 | None |
| Slot 7 | None |
| Slot 8 | None |
| Slot 9 | None |
| Slot 10 | None |
| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| 75 | 221 | 216 |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| 76 | 72 | 660 |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon |  New Moon |
| Season |  Summer |
| Biome | Taiga |
Biography
Birth Certificate
Birthdate: Feb 10 (Summer)
Mother: Milkfroth
Father: Dawnlake
Birth Stats: 82STR 221SPD 216AGI 73WIS 75SMR = 667
Pupsitter: Corntail
Siltsplash was a charming little boy who tried to use his silver tongue to get whatever he wanted. Extra scraps, a rarer toy, or even one more bedtime story. His mother Milkfroth indulged him often enough. But his pupsitter Corntail was of the mind that a pup should be toughened up. Silt gravitated to his mom's kindness, but with mom out on the trail most of the day, he got used to being told no. Corn told him that this would mold him into a mature wolf, able to work and support his pack one day. Silt wondered whether another morsel of food wouldn't do the same thing.
At the Academy, Silt was assigned to study speed and agility to build on his best skills. And there too, his charm was on display as he tried to get better grades out of his teachers. Like Corn, they often rebuffed him, but not for the same reasons. They did it because the additional effort was unnecessary. Silt did very well in his lessons and continually impressed his elders. Silt began to realize that life would be easier if he stopped trying to convince everyone that he was great and just focused on... being great. For his last class, she chose a new challenge, Recognizing Danger. His success there let him know that he was on the right path.
During his apprenticeship, Silt went out on the trail with his mom and dad to learn chasing work. He took his role seriously and his elders praised his effort on the hunt. But after a kill, he would become so elated that it bordered on disrespect, prancing around the downed prey in celebration. His aunt Flamelick did not like that at all and took him aside one day to explain why. Even after they are killed, prey should always be respected, as they die to feed the pack. Flame taught Silt the pack's prayer for the souls of prey and told him that he must recite it after every kill before he celebrated.
On his first birthday, Silt shared a fermented barley with his siblings and the other young wolves in the pack. There was so much to celebrate that night, so much more than a downed moose or elk. The humility and discipline he'd learned growing up seemed to evaporate for those few hours as he drank goodbye to his puppyhood.
Now as an adult, Silt knows his place, but he still likes to get extra food when he can. He knows how to buckle down at work, and always says the prayer for the prey, as his aunt taught him. He understands that there are bigger things out there than his triumphs and it's a good thing to acknowledge and respect them. But no sooner has he done that than he's off doing his celebratory prance again. His charm is still evident, especially after a fermented barley. But he knows not to overdo it and lets his skills as a hunter do a lot of the charming for him.
Birthdate: Feb 10 (Summer)
Mother: Milkfroth
Father: Dawnlake
Birth Stats: 82STR 221SPD 216AGI 73WIS 75SMR = 667
Pupsitter: Corntail
Siltsplash was a charming little boy who tried to use his silver tongue to get whatever he wanted. Extra scraps, a rarer toy, or even one more bedtime story. His mother Milkfroth indulged him often enough. But his pupsitter Corntail was of the mind that a pup should be toughened up. Silt gravitated to his mom's kindness, but with mom out on the trail most of the day, he got used to being told no. Corn told him that this would mold him into a mature wolf, able to work and support his pack one day. Silt wondered whether another morsel of food wouldn't do the same thing.
At the Academy, Silt was assigned to study speed and agility to build on his best skills. And there too, his charm was on display as he tried to get better grades out of his teachers. Like Corn, they often rebuffed him, but not for the same reasons. They did it because the additional effort was unnecessary. Silt did very well in his lessons and continually impressed his elders. Silt began to realize that life would be easier if he stopped trying to convince everyone that he was great and just focused on... being great. For his last class, she chose a new challenge, Recognizing Danger. His success there let him know that he was on the right path.
During his apprenticeship, Silt went out on the trail with his mom and dad to learn chasing work. He took his role seriously and his elders praised his effort on the hunt. But after a kill, he would become so elated that it bordered on disrespect, prancing around the downed prey in celebration. His aunt Flamelick did not like that at all and took him aside one day to explain why. Even after they are killed, prey should always be respected, as they die to feed the pack. Flame taught Silt the pack's prayer for the souls of prey and told him that he must recite it after every kill before he celebrated.
On his first birthday, Silt shared a fermented barley with his siblings and the other young wolves in the pack. There was so much to celebrate that night, so much more than a downed moose or elk. The humility and discipline he'd learned growing up seemed to evaporate for those few hours as he drank goodbye to his puppyhood.
Now as an adult, Silt knows his place, but he still likes to get extra food when he can. He knows how to buckle down at work, and always says the prayer for the prey, as his aunt taught him. He understands that there are bigger things out there than his triumphs and it's a good thing to acknowledge and respect them. But no sooner has he done that than he's off doing his celebratory prance again. His charm is still evident, especially after a fermented barley. But he knows not to overdo it and lets his skills as a hunter do a lot of the charming for him.