Oliver

Oliver L'aven.
Once a young curious pup, who eventually abandoned his pack when he was merely the age of one. With a short chance of survival, Oliver always made sure to keep low and stay timid. His guard was never let down, until one day running across a young damsel. With an ebony colored face and multicolored body, Oliver instantly find a liking to her. By the looks, he sensed she was alone. Maybe even perhaps looking to start her own pack. He could smell the independence off her, and clearly could see it too. The way her head was held high, even though she seemed a little smaller than an average wolf. Her tail was slightly elevated from the ground. With that, Oliver wasn't sure he'd see another wolf for awhile, and let alone a young female. So like any young male, he went to present him . Crawling in a rather submissive behavior, ears lowered and eyes casting down. The young damsel had stared at him, eventually laying down herself and coming to face him seeing that he was indeed not a threat. Soon, they would began to discuss maybe things. The evening soon turning into night, and night into morning.
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With a few months passed, the two had been joint at the hip. Hunting, exploring, and even resting together. Soon enough, the two confirmed being mates and that's where CottonCreek was established. Oliver and Paisley continue to hunt and play together, while growing their pack.