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Loner
Loner
Statistics
Species
Arctic wolf

Sex
Male (He/Him)

Age
4 (10.14)

Height
Short

Weight
Heavy

Build
Portly

Eyes
Ice Blue

Fur
Cream, Grey

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3L - 2S - 3V
Excessive/Strong Language, Gore, Strong Violence

emotionally distant | mean | anxious
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Everything feels fuzzy. Larke can't remember what he'd been doing last - probably brooding. He'd been doing a lot of brooding lately. Things had been slowly getting better. His family was around, he'd finally got old enough to get a real job. The pack had been forming nicely.

It all comes crashing down when he opens his eyes. This is not the lake surrounded by clover he'd been living in. The unfamiliar smells linger in his senses. It's as if he'd gotten up and traveled miles overnight!

He pulls himself up to stand. It's warm, the sun shining down on his pelt comfortably. Larke had always been an explorer. Despite the anxiety brimming under his skin, the curiosity wins him over. He stretches out tired legs and begins to move.

Soon enough, Larke spots one of the most beautiful landmarks he's ever seen.

The trio of waterfalls are loud, they pour down into a lake similar to that of the one he'd been living near previously. The expanse is so green, as if the spring was never-ending. He drinks from the lake, still watching the water rumble down.


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