Mudris

The air was freezing, Unlucky's paws were frozen and cracking from the rocks under his feet as he tried to walk into the forest only a few paces in front of him. I'm just a pup…

The way the green of the forest grass and moss differentiated from the white and gray snow of the mountains brought him hope, his entire body trembled, his pelt, one that many called an abomination, was matted yet still bright against the world around him.

Unlucky whined, his tail tucked as he grew closer to the forest–it concerned him, why was it so healthy? Shouldn't the trees be dead? The moss too?

Once Unlucky reached the edge of the forest, he tripped, his body tired–why did they force me so far away?

Expecting the black of the night to swallow him into a final rest, he felt the opposite–he felt… wonderful. Unlucky had half of his small body in the forest, that half felt amazing, but the same couldn't be said for the rest of it, his hind legs ached to be warm yet were too exhausted to pull forward.

The sound of rustling could be heard a few feet away, the bushes moving and birds singing–Unlucky's head spun, his body only ached more—no, no it didn't… his body felt find, he could feel his hind legs again and his fur felt amazing, no knots on his back or the pain-filled cracks in his paws.

He finally looked up, an adult wolf looked down at his figure in worry–it seems they had pulled him into the forest, noticing the way he struggled. Unlucky tried to speak, but his fear and worry overwhelmed him. "Are you alright? You're young, what is the problem?" The wolf spoke softly, their ears twitching in curiosity as they awaited his response.

Yet, Unlucky's response never came, he only struggled to realize what was happening. He gulped, his body continuing to tremble despite the warmth of the forest. "It's okay," They pulled Unlucky to the bushes, to lie down on a soft patch of moss. "I'm Rex, can you tell me your name, little one?" The wolf, Rex, asked, they appeared to be nice, but Unlucky was still shaken by the way his body felt so different in the forest rather than when he was puddled in the snow.

"They call me Unlucky…" He whispered, his tongue licking his nose in fear–he wasn't as scared as he was before, he felt as though he could trust Rex. Unlucky could finally see Rex's colored pelt, it wasn't at all like his, but it looked just like the pelt of the snow people that used to lay in the nursery den.

Rex frowned. "That… isn't the best name, but I suppose we'll have to stick with that for now." Rex sighed before flicking their tail and looking around the forest. "The forest seems to allow your presence, and so I do too." Rex gave the pup a smile. "This is your home now, come… Unlucky." They seemed to be upset calling such a quiet pup Unlucky for they know it wasn't even a good name.

With a clumsy movement, Unlucky stood up, finally noticing the bioluminescent flowers, and the way the birds seemed so… huge! Perhaps it's just the way the forest seems so small? No, that couldn't be it.

Unlucky gulped, his tail untucking as he relaxed. "Is there something wrong with my color? Why did they say I was bad luck?" Unlucky huffed, shaking his body to relieve himself from his anxiety. "You aren't bad luck, I believe they just didn't expect such an unnatural coat to be in their pack, but you're special." Rex began walking down the dirt path that seemed to have appeared before Unlucky's eyes—his eyes matched the flowers!

With an excited whine, Unlucky followed Rex soon moving next to their side, he looked around the forest, it seemed to light up every time Rex took a step or came into the flowers' sight! Not sight, flowers don't have eyes…

Unlucky laughed at his own thoughts, looking up at Rex with his own newfound determination.

"I think I know just what to call you, a new name—your new life." Rex hummed, moving through two shrubs that grew the glowing flowers on them. "You're very vibrant—energetic…" They mumbled, seemingly to themself. "Your new name," they began, a smile began to grow on Unlucky's face. "Is Mudris, you're lively soul shall live on alongside me."

Rex smiled before grooming the crazed fur on Unlucky—no, Mudris' head. Mudris smiled himself, his gaze falling on the beautiful caves and the bioluminescent plants; they seemed to glow more as if they sensed his excitement. "I'm Mudris!" He laughed, rolling around on the moss.
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Name Derived from Latvian mudrs "energetic; vivacious; lively; vibrant".

Mudris Is one of the oldest member of the pack not by age but by being one of the first pups that Rex came across starting out. He looks up to Rex as a parental figure. Rex is planning to give him the leader role when it's time, he doesn't know that yet. Mudris Is very shy and quiet, he's smaller then most wolves in the pack but he make up for it in his hunting skills due to his quietness his role as a stalker is very good