SwampDew

BonePipez stories. (Each interaction is recorded and rewritten down below to be told as a story-account. Each wolf, will have their own stories and respective roles.) - The leader wolf, aka SwampDew will have the most info currently.

After wandering from his mother's side, taking his own life to the next step, Tala made sure he was comfortable where he belong, having choosing the mountain. Beetlesnort claimed a howl, sitting beside him while she stayed. Along with another wolf, who would soon piss him off. daily.

July 10th, a day he didn't expect, he took himself to explore what he liked, and bred himself to BeetleSnort, who soon carried and delivered his two pups, who he loves. So tiny!

July 11th, after being finished with looking at other packs trades and what not, he trudged home, adorned with holding a bone with red dribbling meat and flesh hanging onto the calcium. He'd expect a calm and neutral reaction as he walked up to HH, only to be mildly annoyed by her question to tussle. With pinned ears, he leveled the wolf up, and promptly left.

July 11th. After wandering the rocky mountains, he'd come across a female wolf, who he promptly convinces to join. And after bringing her home.. she's.. quite UNfriendly. he can tell as the second he attempted to approach her, she'd step back whilst baring her canines with a single huff from her wet nose. He'd blink, and the snarl upon her muzzle is gone. He sighs, knowing it would be NO use to try and convince this she-wolf, as he promptly trudges off. Can't force a wolf to trust, can you?

July 12th, Swampdew didn't want too but with reinforced confidence, he bared his teeth at another male wolf and nipped his flank, nudging him past the tree and pushing him until the wolf got the memo and got chased away by his betraying leader, having never earned his name in the pack and left to never be seen again. What a shame.

July 14th, he woke up one morning with loose stools, slowly sitting and standing to a halt, stepped over his packmates with a churning stomach and padded off to go expel his growling stomach. Turning out to have diarrhea, he quickly took medicine for it. Should go away soon!

July 18th. Approaching the black she-wolf with a gold yet oddly brown/gray back ticked wolf with the brightest amber eyes, he'd snap her out of her thoughts and let the small dung beetle past, scrambling away. "I was wondering, are you willing to go help SwindleReek to go make their nest better?" He asks simply, licking his lips as the black she-wolf seemed to nod and quickly leave without hesitation. so sweet, ain't she?

July 20th. After leveling up SkullStare, adjusting the blue frilled mushrooms on her pretty coat and- he was caught off guard as she blew a toucan feather towards him, yet another gift she found during her forages. He licked his lips and smiled at her with a selfish grin, tucking the feather into the side of his lip, like a 2-legged monster would with a small splinter.

After travelling to the lunar event area, he whines with a low grunt, limping from the glowing blue-tinted goat attacked him, making him yelp and run away. The wound upon his leg bleeds, an open wound. How horrible!- Though.. He can't help but whine at the sight of the fungi spores surrounding his den, they look pretty against the moss overhanging his cave.

He winces at the open wound on his leg, watching as the white blue tinted herbalist trudges up to him, nudging the herbs onto his wound, munching them with her teeth before spitting it out, nudging the munched up herbs with her wet nose. He'd wince with each one, yet grateful. "Thank you." He whined, his ear twitching to the side and licked her muzzle with how grateful he is. She snorts and snaps her teeth at him with a warning.

July 21th, trudging past the charred mountains and towards the taiga, he slowly entered the mountain canines' territory, carrying a few 300+ silver cones within a pelt bag his herbalist crafted with ignorance. Silently, he was planning how to buy off one of the wolves he sought great for his pack to become a heir, besides his own children.

July 22nd. Waking up slowly in the dark pit that was his den, seeing the small figure of his son trudging forward and dropped a agouti carcass right infront of his face, his nose inhaling the scent. He looked at his son with a slight puzzled expression, cringing the way as he talked.. too loudly for just waking up. He could hear Apollo II, shifting in his nest on the east corner of the den, probably not happy either about smelling food. "Thank you..RageEliot." He thanked his son with a soft whine and shoo'd him away. He'll have to give that carcass to HateHex. She is nearly close to her due date..

July 24th. (uhh forgot one thing but he watched HateHex's birth.) - Trudging back to his den, slipping past the overhanging moss that grew on the rocks that piled around his den's entrance, he moved to go sit down in his large nest, where Beetlesnort lay with a small huff, sleeping peacefully. He moved to go s... A feather. He tilted his head curiously, the small grouse feather, white at the base and the tip with a orange/yellow middle with tiger-like stripes, lay right in his favorite spot. Oh, swindlereek..

After seeing a new place in the mountain, SwampDew had moved away to softly pick up the squealing Boilspruce up, adjusting the tiny bundle of whines and squeaks in his maw before gingerly trudging off with his head held high, deciding to let the small bundle of squeaking joy to 'look' at the river, his planned and new little area that he'll hang out at once he grows.

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August 6th. His ears panned back as he waited for his scout, EchoStone to trudge back in tow with an alive pup; But that wasn't the case. They came empty. "What happened? Where did FlameCerebros go?" SwampDew asked, yet a touch of a worried father was evident in his phone. Echostone pinned her ears back, a soft sorrowful look appearing on her face as she let out a soft exhale she was holding. "...I found him dead by the charred rocks that built up near the river." She whined softly, watching as SwampDew shut his maw and furrowed his eyebrows. "..The poor thing." "Undoubtedly. I think it was from an DangerFly (Eagle). He had.. deep cuts." She whimpered back, her tail curling to curl against her hind legs, taking on a sad submissive pose. "..I'm not sure from which." "Which of what?" He spoke quietly, voice just lightly breaking. "..E..e..ahem, e..either from the height of the fall or bleeding out." She barked up after a moment, a sorrowful silence hanging the two.

"....Put him in the dynsasty." "The dynasty? I thought it was.. for only fami-" "he is family, EchoStone. If you had pups, bought or not, you'd surely feel sad wouldn't you!?" He snapped his jaws at the black pelted female, his lips raising in a snarl as he bared his teeth. "Leave me. I need to think." He whined after another silent second, trudging away where the breeze carried.

August 7th. He nudged Apollo urgently, forcing him to run forward "Go! Make sure you get the pregnant wolves to safety." he snarled, watching the caring wolf have a worried face, but obey without question and sprint away. SwampDew turned, watching the large 2-legged bogmen standing there, face covered with a black fabric and a long-bang (shotgun) cradled in the man's hands. SwampDew ended up biting the man's arm, but got shot and suffered a big scar. in which he ran away. But he did kill him..



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