Craul

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Craul is Freya's only surviving son in her first litter. Each pup in the litter was born with a strange blue color to them, either on their claws, nose, skin or eyes. At 2 months old, Craul's sister passed away. At 3 months old, his brother also faded away. At about 7 months old, Craul's second sister seemingly disappeared. Some of the pack suspected the strange coloring had something to do with the deaths and disappearance, but Craul is as strong as ever. He's stayed by his mother's side, comforting her and being the best son he could be. He believes that his unique coloring gives him magical powers, and that one day, he'll be the strongest, mightiest wolf in the pack. He spends his free time rambling onto the young pups in the pack about magical, fabricated adventures he has, who all look up to him in admiration.

Craul tried using his tongue to recognize the herb by taste, but Rayth rushed to lecture the class about toxic plants. Better safe than sorry!

Craul was dropped on a very crackly underbrush with a lot of pebbles today. The challenge was to make the least amount of sound possible and get to Rayth in less than five minutes, otherwise they had to start over. It was a very cronchy day.

Leaves? Rocks? Underbrush? Twisted tree stump? Eroded slope? Craul learned to use any environment and its features to camouflage successfully.

Craul couldn't help but let out a soft whine of impatience while bird watching today, which scared the feathery prey off immediately. Damn, it was the third time in an hour!