Procyon

The final son of Bluejeans and Minnow, Procyon is the second leader of the Yellow Dogs. He is a massive black wolf with a fierce protective streak and a playful personality. He enjoys the small comforts of life, and thinks back on them often when he is without.

Procyon has always been very relaxed during his rule, letting strangers and foreigners a travel with the pack at times, and allowing his pack mates to choose their own roles in the pack. He is fair and reasonable, peaceful, but as he gets older he develops a bit of a mean streak and an intolerance for clowning around.

quick facts Titled as the "Big Fat Man with a Big Fat Heart" and as "King of the Yellow Dogs of Mido Valley", Procyon is the son of Bluejeans and Minnow, the brother of Coldclover and Blackdog, the partner of Mirzam, the father of Nero, Juno, Boughton, Edgewood, Underfoot, Jury, Mylock, and Littledog, the uncle of Roxas, Nokia, and Gorilla, the grandfather of Princess, Romulus, Rocket, Meeno, and Chance, and the great-grandfather of Ryyu, Taiga, and Merry.

Procyon was mentored by Friendly and took his spot as lead as soon as Friendly passed away. Friendly highly encouraged Bluejeans to take over the pack for him.


[A. Thomas Journal Entry] Early Fall Year 7 PROCYON BORN.
Procyon was born the runt. Small and weak, he struggled to nurse and breathe, unable to find a spot amongst his brother and sister.

He is a third of the last litter Bluejeans and Minnow will ever have. Already, Minnow is slowing down, no longer hunting with his party. Bluejeans does not roam, and stays close to my side. She does not seem uninterested though she allows Coldclover to watch the pups most often.

Procyon looks the most like Bluejeans. He has her nose ridge. It will be nice when she is no longer around.

[A. Thomas Journal Entry] Mid Fall Year 7 PROCYON APX. 1.5 MONTHS OLD
Procyon shows promise. He has grown strong in just a few weeks, taking lead amongst his siblings and young Mirzam. Friendly brought her back from god knows where, a small black whelp hanging from his jaws one night. She was brought to Coldclover and Bluejeans, who accepted her without problem.

Procyon and Mirzam have decided to stick together against Procyon's larger but dumber brother and sister. That's why I named her Mirzam — it is a star in Canis Majoris while Procyon is a star in Canis Minor. They match.

[A. Thomas Journal Entry] Mid Fall Year 7 PROCYON. APX. 2.5 MONTHS OLD
I feel like I know this puppy. I feel like he's been with me longer than he has. I feel like he's something… more.

I love him more than I should love a puppy. I pray that he makes it through the winter.

He will be a good companion, I know it. He tore apart a cardboard box the other day, him and his siblings and Mirzam.

[A. Thomas Journal Entry] Mid Winter Year 7 PROCYON APX. 4 MONTHS OLD
Procyon has this habit of watching everybody. He's a very observant little thing, and he likes following me and Friendly around. I think he will be capable of great things.

I think he is a great thing.

[A. Thomas Journal Entry] Early Spring Year 7 PROCYON APX. 6.5 MONTHS OLD
He's definitely got his mother's size. He just gets taller and boarder everyday – at six months, he's double Mirzam's size.

It's insane. When I lay on the ground and he lays beside me (for that is how close we are, he lies right beside me when we rest), his body from nose to tail is about as long as mine. I have no doubts he will be absolutely massive like Bluejeans.

Aside from his size and his intensity, he's a normal pup. He enjoys playing and wrestling. He likes to learn and he's very curious. There's just something about him. It's like he really knows and understands what I'm saying when I speak to him. It's like we converse.

He follows me constantly. He never lets me out of his sight but it is not. It is not rude? It is not insecurity. He wants to know where his pack mates are. He wants to watch over everybody.

The smudges on the corner of this page are from him nosing at my hands. He's a fool, my Procyon.

[A. Thomas Journal Entry] Mid Summer Year 7 PROCYON APX. 10 MONTHS OLD
Procyon hunts on his own. Mirzam has latched onto Jetta and frequently follows him when he goes scouting ahead or behind. Minnow passed away a few months ago. It was peaceful. He and Bluejeans went off together and she returned.

For some reason, it seems the old bat is still going strong. It terrifies me that one day she will walk off and never return.

That's not the point. The point is, Procyon hunts alone. He returned the other day (we are camping up in Charlene Village, one of the northeastern most parts of Timber Ridge, at the abandoned Mill Farm) with a whole half grown lamb in his jaws. He didn't seem to eat a single bite — just brought it back to the pack.

He's crazy large. He dwarfs his siblings and Mirzam, nearly the same size as Bluejeans is.

He walks close to me when we roam. He is always looking for the "weak links" of the pack which includes me, the pups, and the old and injured (specifically Kisher). When I go off on my own, be it into the woods or a building or a town to go to the market or whatever, instead of Friendly watching me from a distance, it's Procyon following close beside me.

I am never alone. Me and Procyon bought groceries last week. Too bad I didn't get any spices for his lamb.

[A. Thomas Journal Entry] Early Fall Year 8 PROCYON HITS FIRST YEAR MARK.
Friendly died today. Unlike many others, he did not wander off to be alone or close to it. He passed away in his sleep, surrounded by his pack.

He passed away right next to me and I didn't even notice.

Procyon helped me… bury him. I couldn't not do it. Friendly was my friend for eight long years; I needed to put him to rest. We dug the hole and I laid his body, wrapped in the blanket he loves laying on, in it but I didn't cover it up. Wolves aren't meant to be buried, so we just laid him in the hole we dug. He looked… not peaceful, that's not the word. I don't know. He just looked dead.

Procyon seems to have take charge. There seemed to be tension between Sleepers and Dusty, Dusty and Saturn, Pighead (like always) involved in the anger as well. Procyon had stepped up, correcting them with a low growl that got everyone's attention. They'd seemed to apologize and that was the end of it. Procyon had looked back at me as if asking 'now what?'

I gathered my things as the pack stretched and played and ate. No way in hell were we staying up here anymore. I wanted nothing more than to head south to Elk Grove, to stay in Algernon's Cabin for the winter.

We wouldn't make it down there in time but when I looked at Procyon, there was something in his eyes. He looked different. He met my gaze and I knew him.

We started south, Procyon leading and the pack following.

[A. Thomas Journal Entry] Early Fall Year 8 PROCYON APX. 1 YEAR 0.5 MONTHS OLD
I must not have been paying much attention. Too distracted by Friendly's declining health.

Mirzam had a litter today. Just a pair of twins, both dark colored and wiggly. They're Procyon's, no doubt about it. Not only is he all over the pups, but he and Mirzam have always been close.

I'm naming them Juno and Nero in my head. I repeat it like a mantra. Juno and Nero, Juno and Nero, Juno and Nero.

They're the first pups born under Procyon's reign.


[A. Thomas Journal Entry] Early Summer Year 9 PROCYON APX. 2 YEARS 9 MONTHS OLD
As spring shifts to summer, I notice Procyon's fur starting to change. As a pup, he was pitch black with one distinct white patch on his nose.

Now his nose has gotten darker and his limbs, chest, and sides have gotten lighter. He's still the same Procyon. Still as brave and goofy and handsome as ever.

I just find myself in awe at all the colors he's getting as he gets older. Same thing happens when I hang out with Jetta.

Even after so long living with the wolves, they still fascinate me.


[A. Thomas Journal Entry] Mid Spring Year 14 — Charlene Village, Beaker's Woods PROCYON APX. 7 YEARS 6.5 MONTHS OLD.
Mirzam died today. Procyon has begun to grow bitter and hostile — he no longer likes to be bothered, and is pushing away wolves he used to be very, very close with.

[A. Thomas Journal Entry] Early Fall Year ? — Sandra Oaks Property, Bluebell Ridge PROCYON APX. 8 YEARS OLD
Procyon has passed away. It was peaceful. He fell asleep on my arms, laying on a bed of blankets and straw and leaves in the tunnel house of Bluebell Ridge. He just never woke up.

It's hard. I couldn't stop crying, sobbing like a little kid or something. I couldn't help it; Procyon has been my best friend for such a long time and just like that he's gone.

It isn't fair. I hate staying here. Friendly died in Bluebell Ridge, all those years ago. Just like Procyon, he lead us here to die. I don't understand why.

I bury Procyon. Wrapped up in my jacket and the thick blanket he always used to steal when he was a pup. I take a shovel and with the help of Bluejeans — old lady Bluejeans, seven years old when Procyon was born and somehow still going strong even as he fades away — and young Ryyu (Ryyu, clingier than ever, hasn't left my side in weeks, like she was waiting for this to happen. For my Procyon to pass away).

Boughton and Gorilla nose at his body like they can wake him up. The other wolves, watching and waiting, don't seem to understand yet, but I know, soon they will start arguing, and fighting, unable to follow the lead of a dead wolf but needing to go about their routines.

I heard a poem a long time ago, when Procyon was young, and we were visiting Joe and Jojo at Fresh Supply in Romanville. I only remember the one line. It something like: "you never recover from that kind of devotion".

I don't think I will ever recover from this kind of loss. It fills me up and makes me dizzy. I dragged his body to the hole we dug and helped him down and then I couldn't bring myself to climb out until the sun had already started setting, the pack worrying above my head.

I didn't want to leave him. He'd never left me, in the years. He'd never left me until now.



ooc pick of the litter - born mothers day 2022.

i love you so much procyon <3 you really made this game worth while <3 <3 <3 - died december tenth 2022.

edit: april 2024 i have made a descendant wolf that looks like him to be my future lead i miss procyon so much i wish i could restart the game and play with him again i wish i kept his sons as pack wolves instead of chasing i miss my dog i miss procyon

Added 8 markings (40gc) and changed the opacity on 6 markings (6gc). Changed his nose from luxensi to pink (1gc) and skin from luxensi to dark brown (1gc). Total spent on Procyon is 48gc. I don't care. He's my pick of the litter


You bark and jump towards the bird, to no avail. Barely bothered, it leaves once its meal is finished, heavy and full of meat. There are no leftovers.

Achievements Have a single wolf teach 50 lessons.


original design

design 1 baby boy. baby

design 2 potential design…. he needs markings but like. I want him to remain a black wolf without just giving him black markings

design 3 <- my prime time design. i choose this design bc imo it makes him look… meaner? like the black mantle covering his white nose ridge makes him look tougher or something idk

drawn by #55769