Ädelöga✒️

He was taken into the pack when he was young, but he never really felt like he belonged and didn't really feel like a part of the pack. He kept to the outskirts, and when the great alpha Tyr died, he really had no connection left to the royal family. All he was was a freeloader, really.

He was good friends with a male who joined the pack later than him, a lad with a funny name. Ädelöga made a teasing joke about him being old, calling him greyback because of his strabge colouration, and after a tussle they laughed about it and the name stuck around.

Ädelöga wasn't naturally very strong or fast and he didn't join in on hunts or scouts a lot, so he wasn't much of a threat to anyone. Unlucky for him, it seemed he had no self control. He would often get into fights with his half brother where he came out laughing and sometimes apologizing.

All this recklessness gave him some scars as memories.

He climbed a tree as a dare, fell and got caught hanging upside down from the branches, his right hind paw lodged between two prickly branches a meter from the ground. This resulted in the scar above that very paw.

He accidentally picked a fight with a family of crows, a cute girl named Bergljot had told him crows were friendly and how she had always wanted to be friends with one. Appearently they didn't enjoy sketchy wolves coming to look at their chicks. The birds chased him off, scratching at his fur and leaving him with a nasty scar on the tip of his right ear.

Did he think it was a good idea to challenge a wolverine to a fight? Maybe he would have, if he had even thought it over before doing it. He will never forget how his blood stained Bergljots perfect white fur red as she helped him to the herbalist. The wolverine had clenched its jaws perfectly on his left hind leg, still hanging on until it became unconcious. The herbalist told him he was lucky he would be able to walk again, but at least he won the fight!

When he saw the puppy fall down the rocks and splash straight into the rocky stream they lived by he didn't think either, as usual. He was in that water only seconds after the puppy, only he was downstreams. His body slammed against rocks that the pups smaller body surely had avoided and his nose got scratched against something sharp as he tried to lodge himself somewhere, yelling at the pup to keep its head above water so that he could catch it when it reached him. And surely, he caught the pup and shielded it with his body while they rushed down the stream, until he found a place where they could get out of the water safely.

The scratch on his thigh, it could have been from one of many fights he had with other wolves. Was it an enemy or a friend? Was it because he had started it, or was he protecting someone? He couldn't remember. And he simply could not help it. If someone needed help, he rushed in without thinking. If someone was being mean to him, his reaction was to attack them, and well, others would attack him too, because he got into verbal fights so often due to always accidentally blurting out the first thing on his mind instead of thinking things through. Even if he didn't mean the things he said.

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"Hey, so, do you think studs have fun?" Grårygg asked him one day, and Ädelöga just knew that his mates sister, the alpha, must have asked Grårygg to become the packs stud.

"Yeah, I mean they have to work hard to be in good shape but getting all that attention from females, and being recognized as the best male of the pack? It's probably worth it," Ädelöga responded, thinking that Grårygg must be nervous about his new position, he was just about to keep going and telling him that if his mate approves of it he shouldn't be worried, but he was interrupted.

"Great! Cause I got Gerd to accept you as the new stud! You know, Vinbär died and-"

"What," Ädelöga interrupted him right back but it didn't help.

"-Gerd asked me since I'm buff and stuff but I already have the only wolf I will ever need, so you know,"

"Me?? I can't be the stud, you're joking," Ädelöga stood up in confusion.

"I'm not joking, my friend. Gerd asked me, and I recommended you instead. I know, I know, you're a bit scrawny and weak but we can fix that!"

"Hey!" They ended up in a tussle and Grårygg let him win and laughed it off.
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It didn't come as a surprise, to anyone else that knew them, that Ädelöga and Bergljot fell in love. One evening she came to meet him and he could smell her heat. By this time, he had scented many heats in his job as a stud. But hers was special somehow. He thought they were just friends, and she caught him off guard when she moved closer and nudged his cheek, licked his mouth.
It was Bergljots first litter, and she had chosen him!
Some time went and they didn't see eachother as much, but after a while they did start hanging out again. Bergljots heat came again and Ädelöga still felt magically drawn to the scent, but this time Bergljot didn't seek him out.
"This must be what being dumped feels like," Ädelöga sighed, talking to himself, and looked up at the tree tops above him. Too many days went by and Ädelöga decided to visit her when he would come home from his scout, but he needed a gift! He spent the whole day looking for something, when at last he saw a big elk. Ädelöga, a born chaser, decided to chase the elk. After hours and hours, the sun managed to set and the stars came out, and the elk was exhausted. Ädelöga dealt the finishing blow, and brought his love the most romantic gift one could think of; an elks heart.