BonePipez stories. (Each interaction/change/ect is recorded and rewritten down below to be told as a story-account. Each wolf, will have their own stories and respective roles.)
July 10th, she joined with rude intent. she was given the role to hunt for the pack, to be the leader and incharge of the food she manages to catch with her sharp teeth. She was given the first nest and sleeping area near the den, set up on the left side, next to the entrance with the sun always blinding her face when she laid. How annoying, yes?
July 11th, After seeing her leader, presmably to come and check up her level which needed to be leveled up, She sprung up from a sitting position, tail sprung high in self confidence as she stood, her black lips forming into a grin as she asked her leader if he'd like to do some real training like a warrior!
July 14th, she giggled at the fact SkullStare had to be disbanded from the hunting party, forced to become a herbalist. She'd pause suddenly as Swampdew approached, she flashed a smug grin and nudged a half-eaten grouse carcass towards him, bragging to him that "Surely! It is the best gift you will get in many moons!" when in fact, it.. wasn't as she'd strut right back off from that, grinning with her canines in pride.
July 19th. Heat. Oh how she hated it. She always felt off in her pelvic regions, and itching for a fight today, it did NOT help. Approaching her Leader, she'd nip him on the ear, pawing at his chest and made a quiet whining sound, her tail tucked between her legs. The larger male seems skeptical for a moment, moving behind her, sniffing that region with a flicking tongue. After a moment, sensing her sexual pheromones, he seemed to shrug his shoulders and lead her off back to his den for some.. mating. your a weirdo if you thought i was gonna say 'bro just starts humping tf outta her ass LMAOO
July 21th. Her belly was deeply swollen with shifting pups, teats that were heavily swollen and protruded with their own pouches of milk that swung under. With a twitching ear, her head raised as she looked at the large wolf who had Impregnated her. Despite her large heavy belly, she hopped up to wobbling paws, grinning with her canines showing, sizing the larger wolf up with a growl "SwampDew! Don't you want to do some real training with a warrior like me!?" she barks at him, tail wagging. - Yeah. that worked out great as she was now sitting in the Hidden Splinter Nursery, scowling to herself as she was nesting, licking her swollen belly, feeling the soft shifting and little movements from the puppies.
July 23rd. Under the waning crescent moon in the soft spring air, her stomach ached and convulsed that made her shift and grumble every few minutes. The pain soon turned into a sore aching feeling as she panted, eyeing the little ones nestled underneath her stomach, milk dribbling from their tiny mouths as they looked like wriggling maggots taking her milk. She huffed, resting her chin against the nest, looking up at the crescent moon.
July 24th. Still currently nesting in her fluffed and comfortable nest, after HateHex had just cleaned all of her babies, deciding which ones stay and which ones leave, she makes a defied huff and shifts, restless. She loved her babies, even if they are.. quite annoying and needy. After sitting up and shifting again, she cringed suddenly as she stood up to stretch, she had forgotten one pup was still nursing and let go of her dribbling teat, falling back into the nest, ontop of their brothers and sisters with a meaty slap and started to whine and squeal. "..oh come on.." she growled under her breath, quickly stretching out, and laid back down, gathering her pups up to her chest, licking their soft coats and tiny bodies. When SwampDew trudged over, to see his little ones, she nudged him in the shoulder to go away as he loomed. "I got you a gift." she simply muttered, smacking her tail down at a small weasel carcass nearby. How sweet!
August 24th. (lazy writing, sorry) Her ears lowered as his bark echoed in her ears, Swampdew had told her she had to retire from her hunt. as sad as that was, she had to. Wolves at 6 were always destined to become mentors, and now it was her turn, and her mate's.
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