Biography
Faint whispers and murmurings tainted the otherwise still air, a few muzzles poking into view before they quickly went away. Rue lay in the nursery with her single pup, newly named Lara Croft, licking the sandy fur with her warm tongue, the gentle rasps of it causing the newborn to fall asleep. She smiled at the sleeping little form, the small chest rising and falling slowly as the young wolf drifted off into a deep sleep, wriggling tighter against her mother's warm stomach where she lay. The nursery was filled with moss and fresh leaves nestled about in little clumps for the mothers to rest comfortably, though right now it was empty save for the pair. More were expected to arrive shortly, yet thankfully Rue could enjoy a season or two with just her pup. Glancing over at the entrance, where a little light was allowed to seep in through the vine hangings over the front of the gaping hole, Rue spotted one of the juveniles- a female by the looks of it- excitedly peeking through before she caught the mother's eye and darted away. Flicking her tail in amusement, Rue noticed her pup stirring from the slight movement she had made and quickly hummed a little tune, watching Lara Croft fall into another dream. Her eyes twinkled with love for her pup and she rested her head beside the smaller one before drifting off to sleep herself, imagining all the wonderful things she could do with her daughter once she was old enough to enjoy them all.
Time passed by quickly and the pup grew over a few moons to become beautiful and quite the character. Her copper eyes always shone with mischeif, especially in the daytime, and her different colored nose was always tilted towards adventure. She loved to explore and fight, getting into heaps of trouble, but all she did was wink and look abashed at herself till the caregivers or Rue forgave her. Her pelt always caught attention, for it was an even split down the middle of a tawny gold and brown. Though the gold never stayed the same and instead changed shades as time progressed and she aged. Many a time she would have her brown paws mottled with red from watching one of the hunters take down some enemies and then racing over to investigate the still form of the beasts. Nobody shooed her away from the images; they seemed willing to let her learn of how the life cycles can begin and end so quickly. This helped with strengthening her composure, also allowing for her to have a maternal sense of responsibility in ensuring this did not happen to her pack or the next generation of wolves that she would hopefully aid in training.
Lara Croft, even at a young age, was shown to be stubborn and persistent at tasks. She would continue to stand up against a pup when wrestling and go again, even if to lose once more. Her defiant howls would fill the air, beautiful and entrancing as they were, letting everyone else know within earshot that she would not back down even if all hope for her was lost. Until the very end she would stick by a decision or wolf and do what she wanted, not what others told her to do. This sometimes made Explore hunts ruined by her sheer will to hit some other prey or go down a different path, but she smoothed it over with apologies or explanations for behaving as she did. Though sometimes a choice did not merit a further reason in her opinion, leaving some choices a mystery as to why she would do them, such as helping a bear with his dating problems or helping a rabbit get out of a trap. At these moments she would clench her jaw and stubbornly push forward, whether other pack members helped her or not. This made younger pups be in awe of her, often whispering about a tale of her in the darkest shadows of the nursery, long after their parents had fallen asleep.
Through time, she allowed for some wolves to change her mind, though moments such as that were sparse and very spaced out. Only the alphas, betas, and her mother could even make her consider changing her path or mind, as she respected their thoughts and opinions on matters and would not want to do something that would hurt their opinions of her or her standing in the pack. Her pride and connections with others were important to her, hence her apprehension for crossing too many lines. Only if something seemed really wrong or unjust would Lara Croft break a rule, such as not killing any rogue wolves on the border, as they often were too weak to fight back, or killing a mother elk or her baby. Such situations stirred the same maternal instict, that slowly grew to be instilled in her very blood, that ruled the base of every decision she ever made, that fought to override any other teaching she had received from her mother, pack members, or alphas. To go against her emotions would be like tearing fur from her pelt; it felt awful to experience and made her continue to wince afterwards, especially if she saw more trouble happen from not doing anything about it.
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To this day, Lara Croft still roams the woods, a silent mistress of the night's innocent prey, a savior to the weak, and a friend to those that need a helping paw in their lives. Her pelt shines like the morning sun, bright and luminous when in direct light, eyes gleaming with all the glory of the stars, and her paws seldom seem to touch the grass when she bounds across it in search of an adventure to experience. Her howls intermingle with birdsong and follow the path of the Ancestor wolves that came before her as she leads her life full of kindness and joy
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