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wolf

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male (he/him)

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adult

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Average

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Average

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Stocky

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orange with bright green center

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Greens

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earthy marsh and pine

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Chest is heavily fluffy, tail is a little shorter

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Upset?
The word had caught Fehrduin's attention. His dark lips parted in a quizzical manner before his gaze shifted away in thought, considering the following apology provided. Maybe his words had suggested the wrong meaning? With a more subtle glance back at the young wolf before him, he observed her posture, her change in tone...she clearly thought she was in the wrong.

One large deep inhale later and Fehrduin slowed his voice, "Is it incorrect of these lands to think strangers are not welcome? Stranger normally chased away yes?" His brows furrowed before lowering his head toward the female as an elder may do in order to understand a younger. "I not upset. You have done no wrong. I have done wrong by placing paw into territory without looking, without scenting...if this is not territory, then no one has done wrong." Large eyes looked toward her, looking for that fiery gaze, seeking some level of understanding toward his words. "Do I speak bad? If that is so, then I should most apologize yes. You have done no wrong." Sitting back up straight, Fehrduin gestured with his snout to the woods themselves. "You hunt here. This is your home. I have no home. I wander, so I have intruded. Invaded." Giving a few nods of his head as if confirming his own words, he looked back to the female, finding something rather admirable about her. She seemed respectable. Whatever pack she planned to create here, he had a feeling she would hold an importance. Though, all this talking felt draining on the bulky male. Enough so that his eyes half closed a moment as if he would begin to doze, sitting there, and moments later, they were open again, intrigue filling the dark pupils as he'd found some reserve of energy to tap into.

With a small twitch of his lips, Fehrduin chose to change the topic by saying, "If time you can spare, may you answer more about this land to me? I..." That soft and honest look returned as he cleared his throat, looking away. "I do not know much here. I am...lost. Yes. Lost is good word. I see few wolves but you first to meet." He held a paw to his chest gingerly. "Name is Fehrduin. I hail from far land. Far far from here I think."
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RE: Wipe the terror on his face and put the evil in her soul. - by Fehrduin - 7/14/2025, 9:26 PM

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