Waylon

I'm not good at coming up with lore so anyone that opens their den to him first can start his lore. I ask his name stays the same. You guys may add any decor you'd like on him and only keep him for a max of 2 weeks !

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Some lore by Daisy Delight #51517:
On a sunny day, Waylon was walking exhausted, until he got to the grasslands and found a pack full of puppies.

A orange and white wolf walked near him, and started talking to him in a pretty friendly way.

"Welcome to Whether! I'm Accalia, the lead of the Whether Pack, i'd like to know your name" Said Accalia, in a very trusting way even though she just met him.

"I'm Waylon, i'm just a traveler wolf from Rose Mountain Dens, could i stay here for some days?" Said Waylon, exhausted of walking.

"Sure!" Said Accalia. "Let me introduce you to some members of the pack!" Accalia said again, leading Waylon to the other wolves.

"Look, there are the pups!" Accalia said excited as she loved pups, she had a total of 48.

"They're a lot, but i guess they're cute" She said again.

Then after Accalia introduced Waylon to all the pack he made friends as Aphrodite, Autumm Pie, Luther and another few wolves.

He learned foraging since he got some interest in herbalists, and had some friends around the pack, he also got a bone.
One day he had to leave to continue his journey.

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Lore by RedRavenRiot #17241

Continuing on his way, Waylon made his way to a mountain valley, where the pooling water of various streams had transformed the landscape into a mire. There he met a strange wolf by the name of Ragna, who stared intensely at him from afar. Although creeped out at first, he eventually build up the courage to approach her. "Why do you follow me?" He asked, demanding to know. Ragna's expression remained unreadable, but she quietly circled him before speaking. "Eyes of three, and a coat like the bloodmoon... The spirits speak of you, you hold a great destiny." Waylon looked surprised. "A... A destiny..? Me?" Ragna nodded. "Come, follow me." Without another word, she began to walk away. All Waylon could do was follow her.

She guided him to a strange pack, the wolves there worshipping the ancestors and respecting the old ways. Seers were amongst their numbers, as were other spiritual figures such as druids. They all looked at him strangely. Eventually the leader, Vanja, stepped forward. "I see the prophesies are true, then?" she asked. Waylon felt rather overwhelmed... "I don't even know these prophecies..." He stammered. Vanja sighed. "Supposedly, a wolf pale as winter, marked red as a bloodmoon, is supposed to posses great power. It seems to be you, and with a bloodmoon soon to come, I believe it will show itself soon enough... You should stay and rest up, but where your powers are meant to awaken is not here. Your next destination will change it all." She said with a calm, yet stern voice. Waylon took it all in, then sighed. "I suppose I won't get more answers from you. huh..." Vanja chuckled wolfishly. "You'll figure it out eventually, I have faith in that. Now, eat up a bit, the road has thinned you."

Waylon settled down and enjoyed the feast this pack provided, preparing for what was ahead. Destiny? Bloodmoon? Great power? He'd have to wait to find out, wouldn't he?

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Lore by PiffleLovesBaseball #740

Waylon's next stop was full of activity. The Court of Howls was in trepidation for the birth of the next Pherris Representative, since Neoma was almost at the end of her life. A pup blessed by the lunar flame was expected soon from one of the upcoming litters. Waylon spent most of his stay with the other traveler the pack was hosting, Brent, as well as with the Court's own traveler, Bacara, who was back home for a quick visit but hoped to go back to her journey soon.
[Decor added: Squirrel Carcass]

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Lore by Srinyx #244

Following the river to the south, Waylon soon came across a sheltered valley. He didn't journey far into the territory before meeting a small, nervous wolf, who herded him to the pack leader without a word. Despite the somewhat odd first encounter, the leader welcomed him warmly, and invited him to stay as long as he pleased. Waylon spoke with the kindly pack elders, sharing word of the prophecies he'd been given, but unfortunately he wouldn't find clarity; "Our pack doesn't give weight to the words of seers, I'm afraid. None of us would know very much about it". Nonetheless, the pack offered good shelter and ample resources, and with the open-ended invitation, he'd be a fool not to take advantage of it.

The valley was having particularly mild winter this year, and unwilling to risk harsh weather elsewhere, Waylon remained with the pack throughout the colder months. Much of this time was spent in the central den area, exchanging stories with the resident pupsitters and other travellers as they passed through. As spring broke and warmer weather moved in, Waylon decided to brave the wider world once more.

[Decor added: Baltimore Checkerspot]

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Decor added by PossumProblem #71217:
Daffodils

[Sorry, lore block!]

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Waylon cried out in pain as ice dug into his feet, wailing pups sobbing for their home and wolves crying out for the ones they lost rang in his ears. "Waylon," A small wolf named leader sat down near him, "You have done all you can. You saved this pack and half of those in it. Come and rest. There is no more we can do." Waylon nodded numbly as he trotted to one of the remaining dens left. Earlier that morning, a mysterious blue wolf had lead to to the destroyed camp before vaporizing into thin air. A lone wolf pup dug a small hole sobbing her packmates names. After a few hours underneath the bloodmoon, he had uncovered 22 wolves with the help of the pup and those able to help. Twinkling Star, the small lead wolf, came out last, marking half the pack it used to be. As Waylon recovered the day's events he couldn't help but remember the prophecy. He then knew that the prophecy was complete.
Waylon stayed with the recovering pack for a few more weeks, but even though the prophecy was complete, he knew that he wasn't home yet.

Ember #66320

The last glimmer of the Blood Moon faded under the shadowy clouds covering the night sky, only small bits of light seeping from beneath the clouds. A cold gust of wind ruffled his fur, sending a shiver down his body as he treaded on. All he could hear was the wind whistling in his ears and the crunch of brittle leaves beneath his paws, leading him through a shadowy path. Despite the almost pitch darkness, Waylon glimpsed the dark masses of trees slowly appearing on the horizon. He froze, watching with awe as a tall conifer forest seemed to appear from thin air. Shivering, Waylon padded on. He passed by the towering trees, feeling another ripple of fear pass along his body. He felt as if a voice was calling him from its depths, beckoning him into its twisting vines and overgrown leaves. Ignoring the feeling, he walked on, hoping to pass the mysterious forest as soon as possible. Its silence soon faded away as he left it far behind, entering a much more cheerful environment. Birds chirped from a rainforest ahead as early morning light washed over his fur, sending warmth down his back. The strong scent of a pack touched his nose as he walked closer to the rainforest. He stopped briefly when a noise crackled from the undergrowth. A tall silver wolf leaped from a tree branch, landing elegantly on the ground. He gave Waylon a huge grin, very unlike his graceful appearance.

"Hello, traveler!" The wolf greeted him, already turning back to the forest. He flicked his tail, signaling for Waylon to follow him. Hesitating for a moment, he proceeded to hurry after the majestic wolf, only stopping several times to admire the many colors of fruits poking from the trees.

The wolf suddenly leaped on top of a tree bent in a direction where a wolf could possibly grip on to several paw holds. Skillfully, the male hopped over a branch protruding from the trunk before leaping away into the green undergrowth. He stopped, horrified. How did the strange wolf expect Waylon to follow him? He attempted to scramble up its trunk, suddenly surprised to find how easy it was. He spotted the silver outline of the wolf waiting for him a distance away. Jumping from its branches, he hurtled to the ground, landing on a soft patch of grass. Straightening, he looked around for the wolf. All he could see was the retreating silver tail slipping through the bushes. Putting on a burst of speed, Waylon followed the silver wolf, pushing through the leaves of the bushes before entering a large clearing. Sunlight poured from a space in the trees, washing over a camp filled with many wolves.

He was welcome to stay for several days, accompanying the slowly dying lead wolf, Willow. He felt the most happiest sitting beside the elder and listening to her stories. Soon Waylon realized that he could not stay here forever and forget about the prophecy. He had completed it long ago. Now it was time he returned home.

Pups said good-bye reluctantly, not wanting the kind wolf to go. Waylon was just as sad leaving, but he was glad to go home to where he truly belonged. Just as he was leaving, the wolves were planning to move to the tundra. Sleet, the tall and graceful silver wolf, nodded him a farewell before giving another toothy grin. Waylon turned and leaped through the bushes surrounding the camp, suddenly feeling much more free than he was in a lifetime. Racing through the rainforest, leaping over fallen logs and passing murky ponds reflecting sunlight. His paws soon touched the first prick of grass in the meadow, letting even more sunlight wash over him. He skidded to a halt, peering in the distance.

It's time to go home!