It was a real surprise to the pack when Honeydew became one of its most skilled chasers, despite his odd bright yellow fur. He likes to joke that he's so good at hunting because the sunlight on his pelt blinds the prey and renders it stunned. He's usually the one to lighten the mood in a group, cracking jokes or goading his packmates into a game, though he knows when it's time to be serious again.
Usually.
Even now that he's older, Honeydew still hasn't lost that cheerful spark in his eye. He spends his days tearing around the clearing with puppies at his heels, despite Hibiscus' playful chiding, relieving his chaser days. The rest of his time is spent napping and resting his old legs in the elder's den, having peaceful chats with the many old friends he's made over the years in the pack.
