Loch
Last Details | |
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Death Age | 7 years 8½ months (Elder) |
Sex | Female |
Personality | Obnoxious |
Breeding Records | |
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Death Age in Rollovers | 185 |
Pups Bred | 18 pups bred |
Looks | |
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Base | Fox (0.63%) |
Base Genetics | Warm Medium III |
Eyes | Gray |
Skin | Black |
Nose | Bistre |
Claws | White |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | None |
Carrier Status | View Report |
Variant | Default |
Markings | |
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Slot 1 | Beige Inuit Unders (41%) |
Slot 2 | None |
Slot 3 | None |
Slot 4 | Brown Chest Stripe (15%) |
Slot 5 | Zircon Points (20%) |
Slot 6 | Black Dilution (75%) |
Slot 7 | Dark Brown Back Heavy Patch (46%) |
Slot 8 | White Tamaskan Unders (72%) |
Slot 9 | None |
Slot 10 | None |
Birth Stats | ||
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Strength | Speed | Agility |
Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
Birth Information | |
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Moon | Unknown |
Season | Unknown |
Biome | Unknown |
Biography
Background needed: [USA] Arkansas - Ozark National Forest
"If you splash me I'll kill you," Loch stated with a small glare in her friends direction.
"Oh haha, sure you will," Cranberry taunted, taking his paws back out of the stream and flicking them around. Loch shrunk back with a scowl, and sat up.
"We ought to be going," she said. "Monarchs wanted at least a couple grouse if not a whitetail." Loch turned to look at the colorful wolf, who had his eyes glued down into the stream.
Loch cocked her head. "Hey, what's up with you?" She asked.
Cranberry looked up with a small smile. "It's just so cool ya know? All these small little lives in one place." He dipped a claw in the tiny pool. Loch made her way over and peered down into it. Surely enough, plenty of tiny crawdads, fish, water skippers, and more made their home there. Loch smiled.
"It is pretty- ack!"
Loch pulled back away from where a sly grin grew on Cranberry's face, water dripping off of the paw he had used to splash Loch with. She shook herself and looked up, trying and failing to stop the happy laugh in her voice.
"You're dead."
- Despite her name, she isn't fond of water
"If you splash me I'll kill you," Loch stated with a small glare in her friends direction.
"Oh haha, sure you will," Cranberry taunted, taking his paws back out of the stream and flicking them around. Loch shrunk back with a scowl, and sat up.
"We ought to be going," she said. "Monarchs wanted at least a couple grouse if not a whitetail." Loch turned to look at the colorful wolf, who had his eyes glued down into the stream.
Loch cocked her head. "Hey, what's up with you?" She asked.
Cranberry looked up with a small smile. "It's just so cool ya know? All these small little lives in one place." He dipped a claw in the tiny pool. Loch made her way over and peered down into it. Surely enough, plenty of tiny crawdads, fish, water skippers, and more made their home there. Loch smiled.
"It is pretty- ack!"
Loch pulled back away from where a sly grin grew on Cranberry's face, water dripping off of the paw he had used to splash Loch with. She shook herself and looked up, trying and failing to stop the happy laugh in her voice.
"You're dead."
- Despite her name, she isn't fond of water
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