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Pretty Polly
Jakten (Jotunn)
Statistics
Species
Wolf

Sex
AFAB (She/Her)

Age
2 years, 8 months

Height
Very Tall

Weight
Heavy

Build
Stocky

Eyes
Amber

Fur
Browns, Red, White

Scent
Grave dirt and flowers

Mark of Mythris
Casts no shadow


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3L - 2S - 3V
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Dignified, Possessive, Manipulative, Relentless
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Pollux woke this morning and decided at random which child to take with her on patrol, settling on Bruce and jabbing his strawberry like rear with her paw to wake him. Up, you're with me today

The sun was not up yet, and won't be for some hours, rightfully the pup should be sleeping and his body focusing on growing. But Pollux was of the mind that training was more important than sleeping, it toned the body, sharpened the mind. If the boy hadn't gotten enough sleep? He'll learn for next time. Polly didn't wait for him to wake properly, leaving the den and starting on her patrol, it was a long walk to the borders after all.

He'll keep up or get bit, she walked as if he was full grown.

The frost was keeping the fog at bay, for now at least until the sun rises, and from the den exit up high on the mountain they had a relatively clear view of the moonlight shining off of Skyspear on the horizon. The pros of living near the peak...

The cons were the long walk, ears perked for signs of this 'wolfeater' Cecil swore was real, following the well worn path and looking for anything out of the ordinary once they were away from the denning areas.
Polly is a self-centered and unreliable narrator and i'm very sorry
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The Forgotten.
Jakten (Freyr.)
Statistics
Species
Wolf

Sex
Male (He/Him/His)

Age
4 months

Height
Very Tall

Weight
Heavy

Build
Average

Eyes
Sky Blue.

Fur
Caramel, Brown, Cream, Red.

Scent
Pine. Stone. Fur.

Oddities
Speckles on front legs and rump. Cream eartips. "Socks" on front legs.

Mark of Mythris
None

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Quiet. Curious. Spry.
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Dreams of blackness, emptiness, hollow nothingness filled his young mind as he slept. Kicking occasionally from a jerk in his muscles or letting out a whimper into the air, his head thrusting into the air above him with a shout as he dreamt of his shell.

He felt a jab to his rear and let out a loud yelp of surprise and scrambled to his paws, blinking and whirling quickly onto his heels as mother told him to get up, that he was with her that day. Nodding in understanding the boy let out a yawn and clacked his dark jowls shut, trailing behind the much larger woman, his head level with his shoulders and lowered with curious eyes.

Bruce felt his eyes flutter open and closed with the sleepiness of his circadian rhythm and shook it off, dragging his feet and occasionally getting bit on the rear as a reminder to keep up. He blinked as he finally came next to momma and trotted to keep her pace, his eyes wandering her massive form to find a reason why they were out so late at night.



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