Cyrene

Spoiler(APOLLO'S MATE, once i get her shit pairbond activated)

Name future children (and keep them, hopefully); Asclepius, Orpheus, Troilus and Aristaeus. after Apollo greek mythology?

Life has a strange way of showing you how you can truly live. Born in a war, Cyrene's life took a downhill for the worst. For the moment she could run, she was instructed to know how to fight and make other prey bleed, overwhelmed with comments from her family at all times; "Fight!", "Make them bleed.", "make them cower, Cy." and any other words in the book. At a young age, she thought all wolves knew how to fight at such an early age, to be treated of such and to be attacked. And she failed. A large black wolf with white sparking eyes and steellike claws with a burning blue-tipped nose and a back that lingered it's own blue essence; Beneath his paws were the same glowy blue essence. He had killed her during a training session with her mother, He killed her mother first, her cries still echoing in her ears while the wolf took the final time to bite through her tiny weakling neck and snap it. She didn't learn his name. (thewolf)

She lived the rest of her life in a spiritual world, accompanied by a secondary wolf who offered to show her the ropes. His name was Mot, a severely darkened gray wolf with steel-like claws and gentle soft forestry eyes with a knack of bugs following and accompanying his smaller wolfish figure. Through the spiritual world and a soft bond with Mot, she slowly grew from a traumatized pup to a full grown she-wolf with a soft helpful personality she gained from Mot. - And slowly turned back into her old self, a living wolf. The second she was free however, a large white wolf with a human's coat perched upon his dark, yellowed teeth that reeked of prey and blood had bought her from another pack, and forced her to change her pelt, and forced her into another pack.

The white banes.

A pack full of slight family, and one wolf that had taken a liking to her. Apollo II, grandson of Seana in the old wolf's pack she was bought from. Oh what a gentleman Apollo was. He was a stunning male wolf, treated her like a queen and saved up his own lunar tears to buy her decor to wear, like a princess. Oh such a nice man !~.

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Her ears panned slightly as the brown pelted wolf with a white-striped muzzle and a golden back patch spoke to her softly, telling her to go train some puppies. Of course, it was just an ask, but did it really have to take that long? 2 wind cycles?(hours) ugh. "..Okay. I'll do it, SwampDew." She nodded, taking a step back and slipped away into the leaf-covered floor with the slight winter trailing around it as she brought along SkinkBolt, a little black pup with obvious marks of blue upon his pelt. ..He.. looked like the pup who killed he- no no, don't be like.

She sat down, letting the pup, Skinkbolt chase around a little yellowed lizard she caught from the desert. The little pup surely did his best, but obviously got distracted a few times..But surely enough, he did promise, he had room for chasing skills.

September 16th. She watched closely as SwampDew trotted close, ensuring her a new position to match her mate's; Scout. With a nod and a soft sigh, her teats still hanging low from her abdomen, she trotted off to go join Apollo. - It hurt, mentally at least. Watching SwampDew pick up her pups to give them to the female bear, whom she sworn she heard multiple rumors of puppies being bearfood.. it unnerved her to no end.