👑 King Baldwin IV 👑

In the rugged expanse of the Northern Wilds, where pine trees stood tall and the wind carried whispers of forgotten legends, there roamed a wolf named Manfred. His fur bore the scars of rejection—a patchwork of grays and browns, each hue a memory of the pack that had cast him aside.

Manfred was born to the Serene Wanders Pack, but his tiger like fur, marked him as an omen. The pack feared his it, believing it foretold doom. They called him "Tiger-pelt" and drove him away, leaving him to wander the fringes of the forest. One fateful night, Manfred stumbled upon the Nightwalker Ridge. The pack's beta, Blanche, saw beyond his scars. She welcomed him with a nod, and her eyes held a kindness he hadn't known in years. Manfred found solace among the Nightwalkers—their howls harmonizing like a forgotten song. In the heart of the pack, Baldwin stood as the seasoned stud—the embodiment of strength and wisdom. His silver fur bore the weight of countless winters, and his eyes held secrets of ancient hunts. Baldwin sensed Manfred's loneliness and took him under his wing. They shared stories by the fire, Baldwin's voice a deep rumble that echoed through the pines.


As seasons passed, Baldwin's strength waned. His once-mighty legs faltered, and his breaths grew shallow. One moonlit night, he beckoned Manfred to his side. The dying stud whispered, "You have the heart of a leader, Manfred. When I'm gone, promise me this: become the next breeding male. I ask you to carry on my gold collar, my legacy and my name." Manfred hesitated, torn between loyalty and fear. But Baldwin's eyes held no judgment, only trust. "You're more than an outcast," Baldwin murmured. "You're the bridge between worlds—the one who can unite our pack." When Baldwin's last breath faded into the night, Manfred stood by his side. The golden collar, cool against his fur, bore the weight of Baldwin's promise. It glimmered in the sun, and the newly crowned King Baldwin vowed to honor his friend's legacy.


Blanche, now the alpha, watched the new king closely. She saw the fire in his eyes—the determination to protect their pack. When the next breeding season arrived, King Baldwin stepped forward. His howl resonated through the forest, and the females gathered, their eyes assessing. Blanche nodded, her approval unspoken. King Baldwin became the breeding male—the keeper of Frost's memory. His pups would inherit the golden collar, and their destinies would intertwine with moonlight and magic. And so, King Baldwin's howl echoed across Nightwalker Ridge—a promise fulfilled, a legacy reborn. He stood tall, the golden collar glinting, and the pack knew that their outcast had become their bridge—a wolf who defied fate, whose pelt held both darkness and warmth.

By the amazing Rainydaysahead

What I spent on 💞 King Baldwin IV 💞
- Marking Removal
- Spore Marking Applicator
- Peacock Marking Applicator
- Pose Variant [Relaxed]
- Marking Applicator [Gold Muzzle Patch]
- Eye Applicator [Amber]

Decor equipped to 💞 King Baldwin IV 💞
- Siskiyou Iris & Sunstone Hills
- Bird Nest [Tree]
- Scar [Abdomen]
- Scar [Scratched Hind Leg, Left]
- Scar [Throat]
- Pasenda Oak Branch
- Celtic Astrology [Rock Crystal]
- Baltimore Checkerspot
- Spiral Bracelet [Gold]
- Lunula [Gold]
- Berry Anklets [Black]
- Arctic White
- Pearl Earring