Rapscallion no longer quite lives up to his name. As a pup and in his younger years, he was indeed a mischievous sort, always nipping at hocks and swiping extra portions for himself. Once he stumbled upon the horrors of the swamp, though, Rapscallion grew up far too quickly.
Found by a kind and understanding black she-wolf while he was bleeding and still covered in the ichor of undead, Rapscallion was lucky to be alive. Tala was skeptical of the ghasts he claimed he encountered that night, but she did tutor him in the basics of surviving and starting a pack of his own.
He does his best to remember his playful heart, but the most that remains is only shown to the pups born around him. Now, he seems distant, half of his mind constantly elsewhere, even while he holds conversations.
Autumn Fog
Fluffy Mane [Brown]
Ear Extension [Cream]
Blood of the Immortal Enemy
Jackalope [Whitetail]
Attached Antlers [Whitetail]
Dark Fog
Floating Wisp [Low]