Beluga
| Last Details | |
|---|---|
| Death Age | 7 years 6½ months (Elder) |
| Sex | Male |
| Personality | Imaginative |
| Breeding Records | |
|---|---|
| Death Age in Rollovers | 181 |
| Pups Bred | 158 pups bred |
| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Gold Darker (1.36%) |
| Base Genetics | Warm Medium I |
| Eyes | Blue |
| Skin | Oxblood |
| Nose | Bistre |
| Claws | Black |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | Albinism  |
| Carrier Status | Unknown |
| Variant | Default |
| Markings | |
|---|---|
| Slot 1 | Honey Underfur (3%) |
| Slot 2 | Beige Underfur (34%) |
| Slot 3 | Annwn Manicou (22%) |
| Slot 4 | Red Ghast (35%) |
| Slot 5 | Black Smudge Heavy (21%) |
| Slot 6 | Red Panda (47%) |
| Slot 7 | None |
| Slot 8 | White Unders (44%) |
| Slot 9 | Losna Aurora (10%) |
| Slot 10 | None |
| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| 51 | 58 | 58 |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| 57 | 52 | 276 |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon |  Full Moon |
| Season |  Spring |
| Biome | Riparian Woodland |
Biography
Sounds of laughter and joyful squealing fill the air as you wander towards some moss-covered boulders, with a dark den sandwiched between them.
Suddenly, a snowy white wolf stepped out, an army of five pups leaping around his paws.
"Pups, please!" He laughed, nudging a golden-pelted one away with his nose. "Papa has work to do."
Once the children scattered, the canine shook his head, greeting you with a warm smile. "Hello! Sorry about that, my little ones are super energetic." He then cleared his throat, taking a seat in the shade as to not irritate his sensitive eyes.
"I'm Beluga. I heard you needed some help regarding breeding?"
Once you nod, his smile softens. "Well, I'm your guy! I'm more than happy to help a she-wolf in need, and any pups I may sire." He glanced across camp, signaling to a reddish juvenile with a beige underbelly. He definitely looked like the pups that had been crowding Beluga, but had a different facial shape and vibe than the rest. The adolescent noticed his staring, giving him a friendly wave of his tail which was returned enthusiastically.
"That's Baleen, my eldest son from my stud breedings." Turning back to you, Beluga's grin grew wider. "He came to our pack due to his affinity for water. And, if you couldn't tell.." Beluga raised a muddy paw, snickering in amusement. "The Riparian Woodland has tons of water."
The albinistic wolf then stood up, dipping his head respectfully. "Despite my age, I'm always avaliable to assist. Just send a request and I'll get to it as soon as possible. Now, if you'll excuse me.." He turned around, waving goodbye with his thick tail. "I've gotta make sure those little rascals don't get into any trouble. Goodbye, friend."
Suddenly, a snowy white wolf stepped out, an army of five pups leaping around his paws.
"Pups, please!" He laughed, nudging a golden-pelted one away with his nose. "Papa has work to do."
Once the children scattered, the canine shook his head, greeting you with a warm smile. "Hello! Sorry about that, my little ones are super energetic." He then cleared his throat, taking a seat in the shade as to not irritate his sensitive eyes.
"I'm Beluga. I heard you needed some help regarding breeding?"
Once you nod, his smile softens. "Well, I'm your guy! I'm more than happy to help a she-wolf in need, and any pups I may sire." He glanced across camp, signaling to a reddish juvenile with a beige underbelly. He definitely looked like the pups that had been crowding Beluga, but had a different facial shape and vibe than the rest. The adolescent noticed his staring, giving him a friendly wave of his tail which was returned enthusiastically.
"That's Baleen, my eldest son from my stud breedings." Turning back to you, Beluga's grin grew wider. "He came to our pack due to his affinity for water. And, if you couldn't tell.." Beluga raised a muddy paw, snickering in amusement. "The Riparian Woodland has tons of water."
The albinistic wolf then stood up, dipping his head respectfully. "Despite my age, I'm always avaliable to assist. Just send a request and I'll get to it as soon as possible. Now, if you'll excuse me.." He turned around, waving goodbye with his thick tail. "I've gotta make sure those little rascals don't get into any trouble. Goodbye, friend."