Apollo II

His mother, (JAM I LOVE YOU SO MUCH !!! IM GONNA FUCKING EAT YOU IN A GOOD POSITIVE WAY !!!!)

SpoilerHis great-grandmother, Azalea, was very close with Persephone. Both were heavily respected huntresses and were highly regarded as the pack's very best. Persephone's late mate, Apollo, fathered Clover and Solene, who now take their mother's place as hunters.
Named after his great-god father, Apollo. -Written solely by Jam, so it's staying forever

Born at nighttime, Where the third quarter moon rose slowly over the jagged and snow-coated(?) Naluto Hills, where the spring air infiltrated the nursery den of Coeus' pack. The taiga biome beneath his mother's paws, Eurybia, laid within the nest that was built for her, stomach half-swollen with milk-leaking teats as her warm moist tongue rolled over the grey newborn who squeaked and whined quietly, milk drooling over his tiny chin as he suckled needlessly at the swollen teat of his mother's. "..Apollo the second." she named him.

Even after birth and being trained, he was a quite lively pup within the range of the mountain canines. But a day came, where a wolf of another pack, a seemingly smaller wolf with a brown pelt and yellow striking eyes, selfish paws with a white muzzle and a golden ticked back, nudged a bundle of silver cones towards the leader, Coeus(IM SORYR I KEEP GETTING HIS NAME WRONG, "coenus" AUHGH) with a wet nose and a tail tucked between his hind legs in submission. The large wolf who led the pack, A larger white scarred wolf with a scarred blind eye and a large white and black-ticked Gryfalcon perched on his back, it's eyes piercing into the newcomer wolf while it's claws grasped tightly onto a small rat, tearing into the soft mushy flesh. The large lead wolf, Coeus paused for a while, speaking with soft whispers to the other wolf before he glanced at Apollo II, named after his great grandfather. "You will go with Swampdew." what? - Persistence and denial followed, nudged with nips and soft nibbles forward to go with the newcomer who named himself Swampdew. Apollo looked back, eyeing his sarcastic mother who only gave him a soft huff with pinned ears, saying her goodbyes in silence. no.. no no no.. He watched his Great god-mother trudge slowly to a halt beside his mother, watching him with those beautiful serene eyes, before moving to comfort her. he wanted to say goodbye, but his throat wouldn't let him.

Honestly, he felt betrayed more then his personality offered. Who the hell was this wolf? Coming into the territory, giving his lead wolf currency just to- Sell him off!? What the fuck! He couldn't help but drown himself in his own anger as he walked beside the small new-lead wolf, trudging towards the mountains that were once charred and burnt from the twolegs with cloth. Apollo looked to the left, towards the large hill, seeing the large Gyrfalcon with flapping wings hover over the two, overlooking them. observing.

July 20th. After getting bitten and nibbled by the other pups in the small pack, he watched as the lead wolf trudged up to him, sniffing his neck with a greeting. After a moment, steeling himself, he looked at the wolf with almost fond eyes. "...I.. you're the only wolf i can trust with my inner thoughts." he'd whine softly yet fondly. Being the heir to be the next wolf to lead, he grew fond. Not because he wanted too, he just.. felt like it was nicer.

July 22nd. After finally gathering the seeds for such activity, Apollo looks at the den with a wide open muzzle, drool dripping as he was rather in such awe he felt paralyzed. The lead wolf, who he soon learned the name of as, SwampDew, had set up a whole.. Oak angel tree, just in his den. well.. of course not REALLY his, as he's the featured heir and must sleep in the same den as swampdew and his mate, Beetlesnort. But a den for him to store his belongings. Oh it was a beautiful tree too. The way it provided oxygen, t- his ears perked as a weasel ran past his paws. In a skidded motion, he lept behind him with a violent twist and sank his canines into the squealing weasel, biting down and shaking his head rapidly, tugging the small animal to death. And.. upon seeing Swampdew, he glanced at the meal he had JUST caught and decided to give it to Swampdew. "You're special to me." he smiled with a muffled grunt as he dropped it and nudged it toward the lead-wolf.

July 23rd. Stepping out of his den where the beautiful tree was planted in the middle, he noticed Swampdew trudging over. His ears perked as he was about to say hello- but swiftly got a nip to the ear and dragged along, away from the pack and to the hunting grounds, past the charred rocks and trees. Upon learning that his new role, was now hunter, he felt a bit of.. unease as he was presented the group he'll be hunting with. 'NightBlink', a quite hefty male who stood almost at his big ol' height, with eyes that resembled what'd you see in puppy nightmare stories.. and 'HateHex', A.. well, swollen-teat'd wolf with a bit of a beautiful coat. She reminded him of his mother when she was pregnant with him.. good times, the life of relaxing the entire time in a womb.

(APOLLO FOR FUCKS SAKE STOP GETTING HURT DURING EVERY FUCKING HUNTING MISSION, STOP ITITIHBAGIAGIHSOOIHNS)

July 24th. Sitting at his den, he gazed up at the beautiful angel oak that had grown in his den solely for the fact of looking.. pretty. His ears twitched lightly, panning to the left as he heard another wolf's footsteps. As he turned to look at the wolf, he perked up as he noticed the slightly-smaller lead wolf trudging over, various items nestled between his canines "What?-" he'd first ask, but quieted down as the wolf said that this was for him. what..??

Within seconds, he looked like a prince. The lunar dream cape nestled on his fur, attaching to his back legs with less friction, making them loose as it clipped to nestle on his chest with a star sign on the front, completing to his shoulders to stay put. Swampdew had also settled a headband on him, adjusting it around his ears and to let the two small beaded bands fall over his forehead. And to complete the set, Swampdew had nudged a beautiful lamp into his jaws, the metal fitting in place to his canine & premolars, where the gum was; A beautiful small sphere that perfected the moon's appearance in the night sky was trapped inside the small lamp, quietly shifting and reflecting the moon's current gaze; a full moon, which he had to surpress a small howl at it as it seemed... perfect. beautiful, even. "i.. t..thank you?" he stammered quietly, unsure of how to exactly feel right now. I guess it'll be nice to use as a literal lamp. It even has a little blue glow to it!

Quietly, he looks at SwampDew as he trudged over, probably coming over to ask him how the decor is- but Apollo II quickly moves in to stop him, moving his muzzle to the smaller brown-wolf's ear with a small snort and mutters with a small whine, his deepest.. yet darkest secret, hoping you would never tell anyone.

...Though, why is his deepest secret is that he's fallen in a puddle and started violently sobbing??

July 25th. Excitedly, he bounds through the camp with a fast-steady trot, slipping past the mossy rocks and into the leader's den, barking a request. "SD! Can you come here?" He asks, sparking in his eyes as the Lead Wolf stares at him for a moment, cuddling with his young pups, before sitting up with a huff and walked over to him. Apollo II grabbed a blue jay feather that was tucked under his flowing lunar cape and nudged it into the other wolf's chest fur. "It's a reminder, for how special you are." he barks, grinning with twitching ears.

(SORRY BEEN TAKING A BREAK FROM WRITING FOR A BIT.)
July 28th. His ears pinned back as the scent mingled with the smaller animals, as he got lost whilst side-tracked and quickly lost sight of the prey they were supposed to find; a grouse. His tail halted to a still behind his flank, raising up his head and scouted the area.. to find nothing. With a frown, he shifted to look behind him and tell the group the news. "...I lost i-" His words died in his throat and soon he bared his teeth as a white flash suddenly sprinted forward, tussling the larger wolf to the floor. He whined loudly and snapped at SeptemberFang's neck as the wolf finally got off of him, not without leaving a pretty deep scar on the wolf's wrist with a bark, growling at him with raised shackles. "You always lose everything! You're hurt almost every fight!" The bristled white wolf barked "This is why i should be the finisher!" "Oh shut up! All you do is complain to SwampDew!" "Atleast i'm not a spoiled firebug(firefly)" "Excuse me!?"