I wanted to be a police Wolf-Dog, first of my kind, when I was puppy. I was puppy napped when I was sleeping one day while I was sleeping outside without any humans watching me for whatever reason. I was taken to they called the fighting k9 life. I had to fight my own kind to survive. I am now in the hands of loving and caring hands and not the evil ones that once touched my fur. Due to it happening when I was so young, I still bare the scars and have Canine PTSD. (Yes that's an actual thing that dogs can get.) I am starting to re-learn that humans may not be so bad after all or at least these ones aren't anyways. I am starting to let them be able to touch my fur without having flash backs and accidentally trying to bite them out of the fear and terror my previous life put me through.
Waxing Crescent Moon
Summer
Scar: Old Trauma