Biography
The Coyote ducked and snapped. Frost on Fallen Leaves knew what to do. Young as he was, he was as good as the best of his pack. He rammed his opponent with his strong shoulder, knocking him over. He went for the Coyote's jungular and killed it, harsh as the frost he was named for.
The scent was fresh and sweet. Frost on Fallen Leaves knew what to do. Young as he was, he was as good as the best of his pack. He kept his nose down, moving silently through the undergrowth until he found the game.
The trouts whizzed under the river's surface. Frost on Fallen Leaves knew what to do. Young as he was, he was as good as the best of his pack. Waiting for the right moment, his paw shot into the water. Inmidst of sparkling perls of water, the fish sailed trough the air and was caught by deadly white fangs.
The young female looked at him. She licked his nose, flicked her ears tauntingly and slowly walked away. Only once, she looked back over her shoulder and then headed for the woods, whispering in the velvet nights soft air.
"And then she simply left", Frost told the other dumbfolded. A collective sigh ran through his pack. "One day, Frost, you really have to learn about empathy!", moaned Merges Marbles, rolling her eyes.
Breeding Info
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| Personality
☆69T
☆26R AC
☆near-HW: wilL be 126lbs
☆Gen3 ([GaxG2)
☆ex Howler
☆ex Wrestler
Preferences
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Special Skills
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Fall 
Day Weather: 
Heavy Rain
