Biography
She was happy. Laying on her side, her pups mewling next to her. Cosimia was living a great life. But then she saw Storm butt his head through the thick brambles bearing wounds. He looked at her once before dashing away. Cosimia knew there had been a battle. And she knew that he had to watch his opposer for the next hours. She tucked her tail around the pups and licked their heads. It was dawn when Storm reappered. He looked tired and worn but still walked with pride and dignity.
"We must join the pitch black wolf as a pack"
Cosimia stared at Storm not believing what she was hearing.
"You're taking in an outside wolf?!"
"Actually, he won. And I had to agree to join packs with him or we would all be in great danger. I had to stop the storm that was coming. I'm sorry"
Cosimia glared at him once more before busying herself with her pups. She soon heard Storm's meeting cry and knew that the pack was learning the news.
She sighed but walked over to Storm and stood by his shoulder.
"I support you," Cosimia nuzzled Storm.
Breeding Info
N/A
| Personality
NOT FOR SALE. EVER
Preferences
First custom I ever made ^^
Cosimia was a popular fae in her day. She will be missed greatly when she passes. I hope to make a wolf in memory of her.
Special Skills
She can and will eat everything. As long as it's organic of course. That being said, she loves Goldish and could survive off of them alone. Word of advice: don't be near her when she has Goldfish.
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Winter 
Night Weather: 
