Burning Run

Rules for this Traveler;
- Do not change his Name
- Do not change his Base
- Do not change his Markings
- Do not change his Footnote

Id like his appearance (marking/colors wise) to remain the same.

what you CAN change;
- Eyes
- Claws
- Skin
- Nose
- Pose
- Decor (of course)
- Marking OPACITY (as long as his original markings are all still visible. Panda marking is NOT to be lowered in Opacity.)
- ADD Markings

You May Breed him + keep any Pups he gives you!
- Pair Bond to breed him
- when disbanding, you MUST refresh his Mood to at least 80% before he moves on to the next pack

- Please dont keep him more than 5-10 rollovers*
*if youre waiting for a breeding cooldown in order to breed him, please contact me and let me know the circumstances! I dont mind you keeping him longer in this case as long as I am notified!

--- Packs Visited ---
[Home Pack] Wrath Pack
Little Talks

--- Story --- Add if you wish, but do not change anything written by someone else. ---

Burning Run was born to a loving mother, and had a good puphood. As an Adolescent, he would often be found listening to Coal Dusted's Stories from her time as a Scout. These stories pushed him to ask Embering Ashes if he could become a Traveler. Much to the young wolves' surprise, there wasnt a fight. Embering Ashes was fully willing to let the young wolf travel as far as hed like, with the stipulation that he would return home for his elder years to share his stories with whatever Pups they had in the Pack at that time. So, Burning Run got ready, talked to Bamboo Garden, their Shaman, and consumed a bundle of herbs to strengthen his immune system before bidding the Pack Farewell, and trotting off into the desert, tail wagging in excitement.

He had a brief visit with the Little Talks Pack, spending time listening to stories from elders, and telling his puphood stories to the pups of the Pack. After moving on from Little Talks, he spent days searching for even a scent. When he found nothing but dust and wind for miles, he knew hed gone the wrong way. There werent many packs out here, in fact, he only knew of one; the one he grew up in. With a deep sigh, Burning Run sets off at a brisk pace, his claws scraping like coal on the red sandstone below.