Charisse

[Charisse just stares at you expectantly. Eventually one of the pups around her looks up towards you, and laughs a little.]

Don't you know Charisse can't speak? You must not be from around here.

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When Zion's first litter was born, one of the pups was much smaller than her siblings. The wolf feared for her daughter-- and understandably so. The pup was quiet, much quieter than the others, and even as she aged she never seemed to communicate vocally.

She never had any trouble in play, though, and quickly established herself to be a very sweet pup who gets along just fine without a voice.

A few months after the pup's birth, Zion returned to her nest to find Charisse curled around something small and soft— Zion questioned her, and nosed her snout against it, but of course the pup did not answer. She nipped at her siblings when they came too close, seemingly intent on protecting this tiny thing. She spent a lot of time searching for bugs and stray meat scraps, and would nudge them carefully towards the creature— which, once it grew comfortable enough to climb up onto Charisse's back and ride along with her, was identifiable as a baby opossum.

As Charisse aged, it was quickly clear that she had an aptitude for plants and herbalism. The quiet pup was often sighted around Pess, eager to assist her with locating and identifying herbs— Pess laughed when one morning she found Charisse's opossum companion happily munching ticks off a packmate's back while the pup determinedly crushed herbs.

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God, I love her so much.

spent 5gc + 800sc on possum decor
spent 24gc on lux eye app

Wishlist: Dreamlands Explorer CD

During the lesson: It seemed that Charisse achieved perfection today, at least in comparison with a couple of trials before. She jumped with joy and ran to her parents to prove that she was almost an adult now!

Your chosen wolf blinks in confusion as something chilling happens to its eyes.

name idea from Paracosm #52665