Ilta
| Last Details | |
|---|---|
| Death Age | 8 years 0 months (Elder) |
| Sex | Female Runt |
| Personality | Optimistic |
| Breeding Records | |
|---|---|
| Death Age in Rollovers | 192 |
| Pups Bred | 24 pups bred |
| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Sandy (0.29%) |
| Base Genetics | Muted Medium II |
| Eyes | Ice |
| Skin | Lunar |
| Nose | Lunar |
| Claws | Selenite |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | Melanism  |
| Carrier Status | Unknown |
| Variant | Default |
| Markings | |
|---|---|
| Slot 1 | Yellow Inverted Cross (19%) |
| Slot 2 | Brown Smudge Heavy (26%) |
| Slot 3 | None |
| Slot 4 | Honey Inuit Unders (48%) |
| Slot 5 | Honey Bottoms (60%) |
| Slot 6 | Yellow Merle (37%) |
| Slot 7 | None |
| Slot 8 | None |
| Slot 9 | None |
| Slot 10 | Luna Ornate Blotches (49%) |
| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon | Unknown |
| Season | Unknown |
| Biome | Unknown |
Biography
One day, Ilta felt a strong force that she couldn't ignore. Once she weaned her pups, she ventured out to follow the force that was tugging her. It lead her to the Moonstone Wanderers, and they took her in with open paws. Ilta knew she was going to die soon. The moon spoke to her the night she arrived at the pack. Ilta was shaking, eyes open as she realized what was going to happen soon. She could die at any moment. The moon whispered calm, sweet words into Ilta's ears every night up until the day that she passed.
She passed from old age. That night, Oliver held their first ever Death Ceremony. They took Ilta's body up to the highest mountain point, followed by the rest of their pack. Ilta was laid to rest in a wonderful, snowy spot on the mountain. The pack howled in grief even though they had barely known the wolf. The Moon came and took Ilta's spirit into their world. Before she left completely, Ilta looked down at them all, grateful that these wolves gave her the perfect place to rest.
She passed from old age. That night, Oliver held their first ever Death Ceremony. They took Ilta's body up to the highest mountain point, followed by the rest of their pack. Ilta was laid to rest in a wonderful, snowy spot on the mountain. The pack howled in grief even though they had barely known the wolf. The Moon came and took Ilta's spirit into their world. Before she left completely, Ilta looked down at them all, grateful that these wolves gave her the perfect place to rest.