Jazzy

* please take care of! Her hunger and mood need to stay above 50%

* if you ever breed her to my (original owner of this wolf) stud I'll refund it!

* if you ever need anything pm me!

*don't change her Base, gender, or eye color. You may add marks if you wish.

* keep her for a max of 8 roll overs. If you need/want more time pm me!

* please don't change her name, the emoji+name helps me know she's one of mine for breeding purposes!

*if you want to put lore or anything feel free to, I won't make you place in a log.

*decor is also fine!

I hope she gives you a woderful time!!

Pack: Kingdom of Light
User: kingbee (#33719)
Stayed For: 5 rollovers
Level & Stats Upon Departure: Level 6 w/ 443 total stats
Decor Added: Scar: Scratched Shoulder [Left], Beastly Drool
LoreJazzy stepped through the coniferous forest with caution as a thunderstorm raged through the biome. She wished to find shelter, but she could not. Suddenly, she bumped into a chestnut she-wolf with white eyes. The she-wolf's gaze was empty despite the ongoing chaos. Jazzy stepped back, hackles rising, as the chestnut she-wolf's jaws unexpected snapped at the air where Jazzy's snout would have been just a heartbeat ago, teeth flashing as lightning streaked across the sky above the pair. With a sharp yelp, Jazzy turned and tucked tail, heading back the way she came.
Upon further inspection, Jazzy gained a scratch on her left shoulder. She wondered if she'd run into something during her panicked flight from the encounter with the odd chestnut she-wolf. A few sunrises later, Jazzy began uncontrollably drooling, her vision slightly blurred. She shook it off, continuing out of the coniferous forest to... somewhere less spooky.

Pack:The Crimson Crown Hounds
User: 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔥 ᛟ #135152
Stayed For: 8 Rollovers
Level & Stats Upon Departure: Lvl 7 w/ 457stats
Decor Added: Tulip Crown
Lore:
SpoilerThe air was thick with the earthy scent of wet soil and fresh leaves as I made my way deeper into a new biome. My coat, a cascade of grey and brown, rose with each step, but the beauty of the forest felt distant, overshadowed by the pain pulsing through my flank. I had encountered a she-wolf, fierce and territorial. An encounter that left me not only wounded but feeling vulnerable, a traveler who had learned too late that not all woods are friendly.

That was where I found her, Mania. Her patchy white and brown pelt blended seamlessly with the dappled sunlight that filtered through the canopy, creating a glow around her. She was foraging for herbs, her demeanor calm and unwavering in the face of my pain.

"Jazzy," I introduced myself, a hiss escaping my lips as I caught sight of my gnarled wound. I could see concern flicker in her eyes, and she swiftly moved to my side.

"You're in rough shape, my dear," she said softly, her voice a soothing balm to my rattled spirit. "Come with me. I can help."

In her cozy den nestled at the foot of the mountain where the Crimson Crown Hounds pack resided, I spent days recovering under Mania's care. She taught me about the healing properties of the herbs she foraged. Every moment with her was a lesson not just in healing but in compassion. The gentle touch of her paws and her voice revived my spirit as she tended to my wounds with meticulous care.

"The lands are full of opportunities, Jazzy," she would often say, her eyes twinkling with the light of a thousand stories. "But one must tread lightly. You never know when you might walk into a storm."

And I found myself wishing to stay longer, straddling the line between my wanderlust and this sense of home. As the days melted into weeks, spring bloomed around us, and with it came a sweet surprise. Under the watchful gaze of the mountains, I brought forth a litter of playful, wiggling puppies, their tiny barks a joyous symphony that filled the air. Mania was there, ever by my side, as I welcomed new life into the world.

When the time came for me to leave, I felt the pang of separation deep in my heart. My adventures awaited, but leaving Mania and these pups felt like tearing away a piece of my soul. She must have sensed my turmoil, for she surprised me with a gift. A tulip crown, crafted from the vibrant flowers that bloomed in the sun-drenched meadows nearby.

"Wear this, Jazzy," she said, placing the gentle wreath upon my head. "Let it remind you of this place and the healing you found here."

As I slipped away from the pack territory, the crown sat lightly upon my head, a gentle reminder of a sanctuary forged in kindness. The lush forest embraced me in its arms as I ventured into the unknown, my heart fuller and my spirit braver than before.

In the distance, the mountain loomed, a silent guardian over pack. I felt a pull with the healer who had stitched my spirit together. Though my paws carried me forward, for the breeze whispered secrets only a traveler could understand, and the healer's heart would always have a place for me.

Lore
Jazzy nestled gently between some tree roots. She softly licked her paw, the one she had stepped on a thorn with. She pasued, seeing somthing white glimpse in the corner of her eye. Lifting her head wearly, she looked. Somthing white drifted down, a small spec landing right on the tip of her snout. Looking up past the tree, she saw more. One after another, dancing down from the sky. It was snowing.