SeptemberFang

(Joined the back on.. July 23rd? I can't remember.)

Named 'SeptemberFang' due to his sullen personality, and due to the fact he'll be based off of this song - Will be needed a lot of murder-like items (Bones, possible weapon, blood, ect)

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July 23rd-22nd; He trudged around the barren ground of the mountains, just on the brink of another wolf's territory. He.. used to be in a pack himself, prideful as a skilled hunter and bared 2 pups with a female wolf whom he forgot the name of. But after he snapped, nearly ripping out a wolf's ear, his old Leader, BarnChase, snapped and bit at his flank til he fled 2 biomes, now landing within the mountain biome and he felt.. unsettlingly alone. Crouched to his paws, chest close to the charred soil, he moved 'quietly' to pounce on a rabbit, but a sudden wolf's appearance had stopped him in his tracks. His ears panned back, lips tearing up to expose his teeth to the newcomer. A quite large brown wolf with a golden ticked back and a white marked muzzle with golden eyes and a bone with dripping flesh cradled in the wolf's jaw. He'll have to go with him, doesn't he?

July 25th. He sits alone in his cave, not old enough to sleep at the front of the den where the older wolves lay, he grumbles as he shifts, eyeing the small pups that crowded the she-wolf, a medium sized wolf with teats that were swollen and hung low with 4 pups suckling needily at her teats, their tiny newborn tails wagging. two looked odd, two others looked... nice? or whatever. He perks up at the noise, his gaze shifting to the large brown wolf from earlier. "What's wrong?" he'd ask, but he just growls, baring his teeth "Nothing." he growls back in response.

July 26th. With a sigh, SeptemberFang steps out of the White Veins den, hopping up as the den seemed more like the 'trenches' or whatever his old pack called it, his claws digging into the dirt as he does so. Although.. His ears pin back with a light lip twitch upon seeing the Leader wolf, SwampDew. Disgusted, by the mere thought of interaction with him.. - Staring in silence for a minute more, he rolls his eyes with a soft growl, turning back to hop back down into the trench, water splattering onto his fine white coat and slipped past the darkness, grabbing and hoisting up a muskrat into his jaws, trudging back to the leader and dropped it simply onto the floor with a meaty slap. ...thanks?

August 3rd. After coming out of the hunter's den, angry with himself for what he had done when he was just an adol, he slipped past the watery slope and dug his paws into the charred mountain's soil, trotting past the leader wolf whom asked him what was wrong; but SeptemberFang simply snapped his teeth at the brown pelted wolf and waltzed off.

August 8th. tragedy happens to the worst of the worst? A hunt, just a simple one turned into a nightmare. Trudging past the rocks in the mountains, he was quickly separated from his hunting party after a fat pig falsely charged at them, scaring them into fractions. A frown settled upon his lips, trying to sniff along the path but found nothing. A whispering "whsh' scared him and went to turn around, his ears panned before a flash of light hit him, with a world of pain followed. He howled in pain, scrambling to his paws and dashed in one direction!

However getting back home, his packmates gasped at his new appearance. His ears longer then they should be and catfish whiskers upon his muzzle. ...what the fuck!?

I just remembered, What happened in September, I'm the one who killed them all, I survived after the fall