Fitl
Last Details | |
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Death Age | 6 years 11½ months (Adult) |
Sex | Male |
Personality | Fair |
Breeding Records | |
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Death Age in Rollovers | 167 |
Pups Bred | 26 pups bred |
Looks | |
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Base | Turquoise (0.05%) |
Base Genetics | Special Light * |
Eyes | Hazel |
Skin | Fern |
Nose | Lusxnei |
Claws | Black |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | None |
Carrier Status | View Report |
Variant | Default |
Markings | |
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Slot 1 | Auburn Dilution (90%) |
Slot 2 | Honey Carnage (43%) |
Slot 3 | Yellow Medium Husky (61%) |
Slot 4 | White Merle (74%) |
Slot 5 | White Inuit Unders (44%) |
Slot 6 | None |
Slot 7 | None |
Slot 8 | Beige Tamaskan Unders (76%) |
Slot 9 | Moss Shaded (45%) |
Slot 10 | White Medium Husky (100%) |
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
There are two orbs glinting in the verdant flora of the humid wood. Orange and green? What are they?
As you walk closer, they become more material. Ah! Eyes?
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Yes. Definitely eyes. Set in another wolf's face. But... orange and green? How peculiar.
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The wolf is crouched but their body language doesn't seem aggressive. As you sniff the damp air cautiously, their ear gives a twitch and they leap at you.
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Before you can even bare your fangs in surprise, the mottled wolf with a pelt that matches their queer eyes has you on your side and is licking you relentlessly. There's a wild mirth in those strange eyes that takes the edge off your shock.
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They jump to the side and bound off into the woods. A request to follow?
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As their form and scent fade into the deep greenery, you swear you can hear a tinkling sound and faint wolfish laughter.
As you walk closer, they become more material. Ah! Eyes?
-
Yes. Definitely eyes. Set in another wolf's face. But... orange and green? How peculiar.
-
The wolf is crouched but their body language doesn't seem aggressive. As you sniff the damp air cautiously, their ear gives a twitch and they leap at you.
-
Before you can even bare your fangs in surprise, the mottled wolf with a pelt that matches their queer eyes has you on your side and is licking you relentlessly. There's a wild mirth in those strange eyes that takes the edge off your shock.
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They jump to the side and bound off into the woods. A request to follow?
-
As their form and scent fade into the deep greenery, you swear you can hear a tinkling sound and faint wolfish laughter.
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