Biography
The middle-aged she-wolf was being escorted by her second pack into the lonely, dark forest. For several days she wondered blindly, growing hunger by the hour until she could take no more and collapsed. Tried and hungry, she moaned and howled in distressed. Crying out into the beyond, the nothingness. She eventual went into oblivion and past out.
She was awoken by the sounds of leaves and twigs crackling and breaking. She did not care nor have the energy to look up, she was giving up.
"Get up." A firm, male voice croaked. "Don't make me drag you." The harshness in his tone were enough to make her at least look up. She was not able to see his pelt color, only the silhouette of a large wolf five inches from her face. Only his eyes seem to glow. His left eye had no pupil or iris. It was nothing but a sclera and veins. "Do you speak?" He was quickly getting annoyed and impatient. "Help me." She managed to slip out a whimper. He went silent. Only his warm breath was a sign he was still there. After what felt like a decade of silence he spoke "Fine. I will take you with me. You better be worth my time." With out asking, he roughly grabbed her by the scruff and dragged her beyond the trees. She could care less if this wolf was aggressive or not, she was thankful for his mercy.
Breeding Info
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| Personality
Submissive
Maternal
Soft Spoken
Majestic
Clever
Easily gives up
Preferences
Her children, Grandchildren.
Special Skills
Composed during pregnancy & labor.
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Winter 
Night Weather: 
