⛧⃝༒︎𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎༒︎⛧⃝

Adolescent: Howlite is looking for an exciting adventure outside of his pack, although Willow will not allow him to leave just yet as she believes he's far too young to leave. Howlite looks out of his packs den waiting for the day he becomes an adult to be able to explore the world, especially other wolves packs

Adult: Howlite looks outside of his den excited for the new world outside of his pack, he learned a bit from his mentor whom was a herbalist. He packs his herbs ready for an adventure, he nuzzles with the rest of the pack, saying his goodbyes as everyone wishes him well on his journey

Rules:
1. Don't chase him please
2. Don't remove any decore that people add, his markings, his bio or name.
3. If you can't take care of him any longer PM me (#99917), i can send food/amusement materials or take him back
4. Fill out the form (you'll see down below)
5. Only keep him 7 days max please, if no one claims him i'll take him back! if he's still in your pack past 7 days (or went inactive) then i'll recall him
6. If you add anything (decor, markings, poses) write it down!
7. PLEASE, do not make him a stud.
8. You may pair bond him, but don't forget to raise his amusement
9. Before sending him to someone else, don't forget to max his hunger and amusement!
10. Since Howlite loves his pack and wants to return with stories to tell. Please return him when he reaches 6 years!

Form
Name:
Pack name:
Time stayed:
Decor added:
Markings added:
Pups:
Lore/Story within the pack!:

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Name: Grey #151295
Pack name: Nightveils
Time stayed: 7 Days
Decor added: Lunar Orb Drapery
Markings added: TBA
Pups: N/A
Lore/Story within the pack!: SpoilerHowlite, bursting at the seams with energy as he set out on his journey, almost couldn't contain his excitement when he encountered the first stranger since leaving his home pack; a silver-grey she-wolf with gentle brown eyes and a friendly smile adorning her pale face. The two touched noses upon introducing themselves, and Howlite learned this wolf's name, Sage
"I'm a traveller too!" Sage exclaimed with an even wider smile, her tail wagging gently from side to side.
"You are?" Howlite raised his tail in response, livened by this stranger's infectious enthusiasm. "Where have you come from?"
"Oh!" Sage let out a laugh, "this is my home! I've only just left."
"Your pack is here?"
"Oh yes! The Nightveils—we're not far from camp! Keep going the way you were. Tell Raina I sent you."
The two touched noses before parting ways, and Howlite felt his heart buzz as he padded onward. His first pack! If Sage's friendliness was any representation for the rest of her group, he couldn't wait to meet them!

Howlite was a little disheartened to be greeted at a cluster of rocks by what could only be described as "extremely angry eyes".
The wolf they belonged to, grey-black with scars adorning her torso, scowled at him as he approached. Quickly, though, she was ushered away by a far friendlier wolf who introduced himself as Beech. His pelt was a pale yellow-orange, covered in cloaks and bags and bandanas. His eyes were similar to Sage's both in colour and intense happiness.
"Welcome!" He barked happily, his tail wagging in greeting as he eagerly touched noses with the newcomer. "You look like a traveller! I can smell the Mountain forests on your fur. Come inside."

"Beech is a scout," a young she-wolf approached, giving Howlite a slow nod of greeting. Her fur was black as the darkest night, but her eyes were a lighter olive, glittering with a gentle fondness for her packmate. "You'll like him."
As more and more wolves gathered to greet him, Howlite felt his spirits arise once again. How wonderful, he thought, to find such a friendly pack at the very beginning of his travels.
"Wow!" A voice piped up from behind, and Howlite spun around to find a grey-white speckled puppy looking up at him with awe. "You are beautiful!"
"Oh!" Howlite let out a small laugh, "thank you!"
"Sorry about her." A tall silver wolf bearing a long cloak padded up and gave the puppy an affectionate nuzzle. "Always says what's on her mind, this one. I'm Raina." She swished her tail in a friendly manner, smiling at Howlite. "Mabel is my daughter. Welcome to my pack."
Howlite bowed his head, shooting a good-matured wink at Mabel. The puppy giggled, then lit up as if a genius idea had dawned on her. She scampered off, disappearing inside a small cave curtained by lichen. Raina watched her go warmly. "She's crafty," she said, turning back to the traveller. "I'm sure she's just thought of the perfect new accessory for you."
Howlite was touched by the warmth of the pack's welcome, and he seated himself at the edge of the small camp as more wolves came to say hello.
After he'd made the rounds and met just about every wolf, a black-and-white striped she-wolf who had been sitting at the edge of his vision for some time arose and padded over, dipping her head to him.
"Hello," she said quietly, "I'm Solstice, the healer of the Nightveils." She smiled warmly at him, nodding at the packs of herbs he was carrying. "I take it you're looking to help me out?"
"Oh, yes!" Howlite wagged his tail eagerly. The herbalist! This was perfect. "Would you have me? I want to learn as much as I can!"
"Of course! I could use the extra paws." Solstice sat beside him, humming gently as she helped him unpack his herbs.

The two sat talking over herbs and medicines for a while, until the feeling of a cold nose pressing into his side made Howlite jump. He turned to find Mabel wagging her tail eagerly, a twinkling array of string and crystals held in her jaws. With hardly a word she began to wrap the string over his torso, taking care to tie the decoration together and line it up neatly along his fur. When she was finished she stepped back and beamed proudly at her work. Howlite twisted to admire the tiny, beautiful blue crystals strung from his tail all the way up to his chest and around his ears.
"How beautiful!" He leaned forward to touch noses with the pup, whose tail only wagged more at his praise. "Where did you learn to make this?"
"Made it up myself!" Mabel puffed her chest out proudly. "Nobody else here has fur that matches those crystals so perfectly!"
"She's been trying to find something to use those for," Solstice chimed in, smiling fondly at the cheerful pup. "Now, Mabel, I do believe you have a mentor waiting for you." She glanced meaningfully at a grey she-wolf who'd been hovering impatiently by the camp entrance for some time.
"Awwwwe but Siren always makes me practice catching birds and I hate it!" Mabel let out a high whine, trotting in place in her defiance, "I want to stay here with the pretty traveller!"
"I'll be here when you get back." Howlite smiled kindly at her. "Go on."
Mabel let out a playful growl, stomping the ground once before reluctantly spinning and scampering off to join her mentor.
"She's a pawful," Howlite said as him and Solstice watched her go.
"Gorgeous though, isn't she?" Solstice laughed lightly. "Her liveliness brightens the place up. Come on now, let's get you settled into the den."
Howlite arose from his spot to follow Solstice across camp, happiness filling his heart as the little orbs covering his body tinkled with the movement. What a lovely gift.


Name: Ribgoat
Pack name: The Sacred
Time stayed: N/A
Decor added: N/A
Markings added: N/A
Pups: N/A
Lore/Story within the pack!: N/A