"Molasses toxicity is a condition characterized by irreversible brain damage, and in this it is indistinguishable from cerebrocortical necrosis (CCN) or encephalamacia."
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Molasses is a Temperamental BITCH dog. Spending most of her days rummaging around in leaves and chasing hares and the odd buck, she'll quickly turn around to bite your tail off and send you running. Yet there is something about her that makes wolves feel safe around her. Her pups and her pack are what matter to her. And she only nips if you've stepped out of line.
Dedicated and confident, she'll sniff out anything when it comes to it. There have been times that the best sniffers couldn't even figure out how she found that chipmunk. But she found it because she stuck at it. There have been times, however, that her confident attitude shatters into fragments. Those moments are the ones we are scared of. A leader should never become a scared puppy running away with their tail between their legs. However, her dedication pulls her through and she soon gets her head back in the game.
Her parents chose a strange name when she was a new-born. Molasses. A dangerous chemical for cattle, but yet deer love the stuff. I have no clue what they were going for, but it suits her i guess. Ah, boy the days when she was a pup. She would run from one tree to another with her wee brother and sister then howl and wake up the neighbouring pack. It was a blast. When we met, she would constantly fight me and let me tell you, her teeth were SHARP. Chasing the stick toy was fun too. Her mother would put a rat at the end of a stick and dangle it in the air while the pups tried to jump and catch it. The pup that caught the rat got to kill it! It was so fun. So great and fantastic.
Arctic White
Spicebush Swallowtail