Biography
The sweet, tantalizing scent guided the she - wolf's long limbs forward, her lithe form swiftly weaving within the tapestry of the forest. She was nothing more than a flickering shape, darting through the thick wooded land, moving purposefully, yet cautiously.
The scent was intoxicating, now - drawing her in like a moth to a flame. She was close. She could envision the tart fruit in her mind, the bursting flavor, the way its red flesh gave way on her tongue.
One might be inclined to ask of this strange obsession. The answer was simple, really. Raspberries were a rarity for Lotus - an elusive treat. So it was not surprise that the female found herself making a beeline to the patch.
So close.
Lotus then froze, her sleek body locking itself in place. Her ears pricked and her fur bristled - the scent of the sweet fruit had indeed masked something much more treacherous. Immediately, the smell was recognized as a large predator - hulking, looming, radiating danger. And a second, dimmer scent, of a small, canid creature.
A pup... ... and a bear.
Lotus's muscles tensed, and cold mortification welded with the blood in her veins, leaving a frosty, terrifying residue of horror. Not a single sound escaped the she - wolf's maw as she silently wound her way into the outskirts of the raspberry patch. She clamped down on her tongue, biting back a gasp at the sight that met her eyes.
The pup, young and unknowledgeable of the dangers of the land, had her jaws locked firmly on the small black bear's paw. Her tiny tail whipped back and forth in playful joy, with enough force to swing her body from left to right. The plump bear had a snarl frozen on his face, a low rumble building in his throat. He had clearly had enough of pup play. His powerful muscles tensed, and the creature rose, height doubling. The pup's grip loosened on his claw, and the pull of gravity sent her tiny body flailing to the ground. The bear's nostrils flared, and black gums retraced, revealing a needle sharp array of long fangs. Claws slid from his previously harmless paw, and he was suddenly arching over the pup, prepared to deliver a fatal blow.
No. No, no, no.
Lostus's perpetual terror and anxiety suddenly gave way to pounding, blinding, short lived courageous selflessness. The female found her body moving of its own accord, powerful muscles carrying herself into the melee. She splayed her pays, skidding to a hard halt directly in front of the pup..
... and under the slashing claw. But her sudden interference had perplexed the beast, setting off his momentum. His claw missed, whistling only a hair away from her ear.
You won't touch this pup, her mind snarled, a rare note of defiance.
She lunged forward, twisting away at the last moment, but not before delivering a lightning fast blow to his underbelly. The movements came naturally. Blow, dodge, duck, move. Again and again, the she - wolf slashed swift blows with unfaltering skills. Her talent in battle became eminently clear. Then he fell. With a groan of defeat, the bear dropped onto all fours, and retreated, limping heavily. His dark eyes brimmed with shrewd acceptance of his failure. He had waged a war that could only be lost. Lotus watched as he slunk away, panting heavily. Her flanks heaved in exertion, as they always had after a battle. She winced. The feeling of sticky, warm blood on her claws made her feel guilty.
Never would she choose battle over peace. The the damage had been done - though it was for the better.
The female soon caught her breath, and turned to examine the pup.
Instead of a single pair of young eyes, she found her audits were being pierced by that of at least four other wolves. Lotus's breath caught in her throat. The presence of the stranger canids sparked a blossom of panic in her chest - an anxiety all too familiar.
"Sincerest thanks for your aid. You saved Morocco." the voice of the seemingly alpha female purred.
The pup by the name of Morocco stared up into Lotus's eyes, face open in awe. Lotus swallowed hard, words drying in her throat.
"Anyone would have done it," she managed, her voice barely a quiver in the silent air. I would never have let that pup fall to that fate.
"Perhaps. But I daresay with not as much success as you." Said a new, masculine voice - perhaps the alpha male.
"Agreed. Where did you learn to fight?" Said another wolf - his ice tinted eyes were kind, and his coat was the only one of the pack that possessed the same complexity of hers.
-Unsure of who wrote this, came when I purchased her
Breeding Info
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| Personality
Very curious, quiet, and shy, Lotus has never been the type to "speak up" or "stand up" for what she believed in. Lotus is also very loyal, selfless, and thoughtful and has always wanted to be a mother.
Preferences
Lotus prefers sweet and tart things over anything else. Her favorite food is a raspberry, sweet if ripe, and tart if not.
Special Skills
Lotus, despite being a lover and not a fighter, is very skilled in battle.
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