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Heimir
Jakten
Statistics
Species
80% Wolf, 20% Husky

Sex
AFAB (She/Her)

Age
7 months

Height
Tall

Weight
Light

Build
Slender

Eyes
Whiskey brown

Fur
Warm earthy browns and cream

Scent
Whisky, Earth, Nectar

Oddities
ankle feathers, overgrown claws

Mark of Mythris
None


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Thread is backdated to 4/19/2026. Do be aware Ottilie is going to be flighty, she is scared and far away from home.
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I don't want to fall, so I will fly.
3-1-3 OC
Physical condition, Hungry and sore.
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She'd gone north of that meadow, had resting there for 3..? days to rest her aching limbs and to find something to snack on but couldn't find more than scraps from other wolves and predators she had to dodge like the plague.

Her stomach growled lowly, she hadn't eaten anything before she left that god forsaken place, but she didn't care enough then to snag something, she didn't want to anyways.

Carefully now, she walked through a glade that was bathed in a golden glow, a gentle contrast to Ottilie's hunger, she had to try her luck at hunting, so she sniffed slowly, carefully through the grass, picking through the smell of grass and dew, finding the scent of an elk, she couldn't tell how old though, she wasn't a hunter, she barely hunted anything bigger than a fox back home, or a few goats that made their way up the mountains of Jakten.

So as she crept closer, she was very quickly thrown off balance as flat horns near scooped her up and hauled her in the direction of some bushes, a yelp of confusion slipping past her teeth, the bush cushioned her landing, but did scrape her up a little. A low snort came after being thrown, and she scrambled to her paws and booked it, tail tucked and ears back.

Sorry!! Sorry don't stomp on me!

Could it even understand her? She doubted it, she just wanted away from there as fast as possible, to get herself away from those nasty horns that could've killed her if they hit the right spot.
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