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| Last Details | |
|---|---|
| Death Age | 7 years 6 months (Elder) |
| Sex | Female |
| Personality | Vulgar |
| Breeding Records | |
|---|---|
| Death Age in Rollovers | 180 |
| Pups Bred | 24 pups bred |
| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Gray Darker (1.37%) |
| Base Genetics | Monochrome Dark I |
| Eyes | Gray |
| Skin | Light Brown |
| Nose | Moonbow |
| Claws | Brown |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | Melanism  |
| Carrier Status | Unknown |
| Variant | Default |
| Markings | |
|---|---|
| Slot 1 | Honey Cape (16%) |
| Slot 2 | None |
| Slot 3 | Red Inverted Cross (19%) |
| Slot 4 | None |
| Slot 5 | Losna Shepherd Heavy (41%) |
| Slot 6 | None |
| Slot 7 | None |
| Slot 8 | None |
| Slot 9 | Black Half Dorsal (44%) |
| Slot 10 | None |
| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| 60 | 67 | 70 |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| 83 | 81 | 361 |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon |  Third Quarter Moon |
| Season |  Summer |
| Biome | Mountains |
Biography
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Well I suppose writing this now is better than never at all. I arrived at this pack in my middle age. It was pure coincidence this pack and my last had found each other. Their herbalist was aging with no apprentice to replace him. Well they did have a certain someone in mind but she was less incline to be one. Poor thing, these wolves and their silly pack ways. They should have just lived free like mine did. No matter... Ive settled in, lots of herbs to start mixing with and cures lined the walls. He was certainly preparing for a long wait for a replacement.
Oh Moon is injured, I'll write more later-
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Settling in the new area I resided in solitude as their herbalist, surrounded by towering trees and the tranquil melodies of the river. My quaint den stood nestled among a clearing, I had rearranged the shelves lined with fresh shells of herbs and saps, and bundles of drying plants hanging from the wall with carefully placed mud. It was in this mystical realm that I found solace, seeking comfort in the quiet whispers of the woods with the sounds of youngsters playing by the brook.
However, I was not entirely alone in this secluded haven. A majestic crow named Blu was my constant companion, his ebony feathers shimmering like midnight under the dappled sunlight. An enigmatic creature, Blu possessed a mysterious intelligence, and I found solace in our silent exchanges. We communicated through a shared language that transcended spoken wordsāa dance of gestures and knowing looks that conveyed our deepest thoughts and desires.
Each morning, as the sun cast its first rays upon the forest, Blu would glide down from his perch and greet me with a chorus of cawing, as if heralding the start of a new day. Together, we would venture into the woods, exploring the area close by and collecting the precious herbs that nature generously offered.
Blu's keen eyes would scan the canopy, guiding me to the most potent and elusive plants. He would hop from branch to branch, observing my every move with his inquisitive gaze. I would share with him the secrets of each herbātheir medicinal properties, their uses in healing, and the ancient folklore that surrounded some of the stranger ones.
In return, Blu would offer me his wisdom, his sharp intellect shining through his onyx eyes. His keen perception allowed him to detect subtle changes in the forest's energy, alerting me to the presence of rare and powerful plants hidden among the foliage.
Together, we formed a symbiotic bond, a dance between two souls connected by their reverence for our world. We would spend hours tending to the herb gardens, gently plucking leaves and petals, and blending them into potions and remedies. As I worked and tended to the hunters wounds, Blu would perch nearby, his watchful presence providing both companionship and a sense of protection.
Blu returns with a bundle of herbs in his mouth. He places what he has found in front of your paws with a gurgled caw, 1x Charcoal, 1x Arnica. "Thank you my friend." I whispered softly, meeting his gaze. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of pride and determination. "You saved me a trip out for these." I gather the herbs up to store in the shells.
....
Well I suppose writing this now is better than never at all. I arrived at this pack in my middle age. It was pure coincidence this pack and my last had found each other. Their herbalist was aging with no apprentice to replace him. Well they did have a certain someone in mind but she was less incline to be one. Poor thing, these wolves and their silly pack ways. They should have just lived free like mine did. No matter... Ive settled in, lots of herbs to start mixing with and cures lined the walls. He was certainly preparing for a long wait for a replacement.
Oh Moon is injured, I'll write more later-
----------
Settling in the new area I resided in solitude as their herbalist, surrounded by towering trees and the tranquil melodies of the river. My quaint den stood nestled among a clearing, I had rearranged the shelves lined with fresh shells of herbs and saps, and bundles of drying plants hanging from the wall with carefully placed mud. It was in this mystical realm that I found solace, seeking comfort in the quiet whispers of the woods with the sounds of youngsters playing by the brook.
However, I was not entirely alone in this secluded haven. A majestic crow named Blu was my constant companion, his ebony feathers shimmering like midnight under the dappled sunlight. An enigmatic creature, Blu possessed a mysterious intelligence, and I found solace in our silent exchanges. We communicated through a shared language that transcended spoken wordsāa dance of gestures and knowing looks that conveyed our deepest thoughts and desires.
Each morning, as the sun cast its first rays upon the forest, Blu would glide down from his perch and greet me with a chorus of cawing, as if heralding the start of a new day. Together, we would venture into the woods, exploring the area close by and collecting the precious herbs that nature generously offered.
Blu's keen eyes would scan the canopy, guiding me to the most potent and elusive plants. He would hop from branch to branch, observing my every move with his inquisitive gaze. I would share with him the secrets of each herbātheir medicinal properties, their uses in healing, and the ancient folklore that surrounded some of the stranger ones.
In return, Blu would offer me his wisdom, his sharp intellect shining through his onyx eyes. His keen perception allowed him to detect subtle changes in the forest's energy, alerting me to the presence of rare and powerful plants hidden among the foliage.
Together, we formed a symbiotic bond, a dance between two souls connected by their reverence for our world. We would spend hours tending to the herb gardens, gently plucking leaves and petals, and blending them into potions and remedies. As I worked and tended to the hunters wounds, Blu would perch nearby, his watchful presence providing both companionship and a sense of protection.
Blu returns with a bundle of herbs in his mouth. He places what he has found in front of your paws with a gurgled caw, 1x Charcoal, 1x Arnica. "Thank you my friend." I whispered softly, meeting his gaze. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of pride and determination. "You saved me a trip out for these." I gather the herbs up to store in the shells.