NightBlink

Joined the White Banes pack on July 16th. (why havent i written anything for this guy? IDK IM AUHGHHH)

i lied here you go - July 19th. NightBlink was hunched over, claws digging into the soft earth as he pokes his nose into the dirt, giving a sharp paused intake of air, before lifting up his head with a wagging tail and dug further into the dirt, the brown dirt getting all over his paws AND claws. But he does stop, standing to a halt as the larger brown golden-ticked back wolf approaches, and he quickly becomes excited! "Good morning! Are you free for a chat?" he'd rumble underneath his throat, trudging forward and sniffed the other male's neck, his leader doing the same with a soft huff that usually meant he was busy. aw.. maybe later.

July 20th. During a hunting session, he lazily walked from the tree, moving past it and suddenly stopped with perked ears, tail stiff as he saw a fat rabbit munching on the poison ivy, chewing greedily as it just sat there, slumped with it's paws underneath it's chubby belly. He sniffed the air, but couldn't determine if it carried kits. Stalking up behind it slowly, his paw made a soft dent in the squealing mud, and shifted into an immediate sprint as the rabbit dashed away. He pushed through the weeds, sprinting through the muddy water as he zigzagged the rabbit, panting. Almost- Almo- With a sudden slip, he'd tumble and slip into the water, splashing mud all over his beautiful black coat. he snorted and huffed, wheezing as he stood, shaking the water off. He looked around aimlessly for the rabbit, but he lost track of it. Damnit!

After getting permission from the leader himself, he drags the pups out of the den and towards the training area. Past the small ditches and the overhanging branches and past the charred rock, he would then nudge them, trotting alongside each one as they ran playfully, awfully uncoordinated but you get it. Though.. getting to QuickVyktorya, he simply stared at the small brown white-muzzled she-wolf as she drooled with her stupid little double chin sticking out, looking at the small bumblebee that wiggled it's little ass in the air. "...That's so inappropriate, get away from that NectarFly!" He'd snap, trotting over to cover the pup's eyes. (in my lore, i think some wolves would call bees "nectarfly" or "Pollenfly" because they smell like flowers, and they fly!)

July 25th. Basking in the sun, NightBlink sat with a subtle smile, his ears flicking softly as his tongue rolled over his black paw, quietly grooming his shiny black coat that seemed to spark a glowey effect in the white sun. He opens a eye, squinting at the light as he notices the large brown golden-back ticked wolf trudging over. Nightblink didn't move but he wagged his tail in a silent greeting. !

August 3rd. After stalking prey and catching it, he had a medium sized pheasant rooster nestled in his bloody jaws, trotting past the nursery where the two pregnant she-wolves lay. He'd trot past the overhanging jaws of the moss and dropped the carass infront of the lead wolf, smiling at him with a friendly cheek-lick. "Good morning." is all he would whine softly, and turn his heel and leave.

August 27th. As the brown pelted wolf approached him, the golden sun making the lead-wolf's golden ticked back made it shine like gold. He licked at his paws softly, wagging his tail at Swampdew. "hello, Swampdew!" He greeted with a soft bark.