This wolf is immortal! It will never age or die. It cannot be bred or used in roles, or retired into. This wolf has not rolled over today and will not be able to be traded or gifted until its next rollover.
Within the Otherlands, Shura sought refuge from his own aging vessel. His body, that which allowed him to interact with the Earth Mother and Her surface, had grown old and was nearing its end, and with the last of his strength he fled through his shrine's gate. There he passed, in an endless field of glowing flora, under a star-touched sky.
And so too he rose Phoenix-like from his own flesh.
Rebirthed from the stars and the glow and the eventide, his once soft blue fur sparked with fire. His coat melted to amber and then to midnight. His eyes rolled back, honey orange disappearing and coming back ice blue.
He was different, but he was Shura, and he was alive.
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In the Spring of the Warren's 16th year of establishment, an excursion to the Glacial Lands went sour, leaving the pack stranded in a barren, frozen wasteland. There, they were greeted by an alien species from the stars who could grant protection and fortune to the wolves, and the journey home could finally commence.