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Aspen

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Wolf Number: 2919441
Gender: Male
Age: Deceased
Deathdate: Dec 14, 2020
Death Age: 20
Pack: The Heavens
Breeder:
Weight: 148 Pounds
Build: Muscular
Fur Type: Short
Generation: 1st

Birthdate: Jun 3, 2020
Sire: Unknown
Dam: Unknown
Mood: Content
Battle Experience: 82
Playfulness: Medium
Birth Defect: None
Boost: None
Total Battle Earnings: 166
Total Mush Found: 41

Offspring Count: 3
Bred This Season: 0
Total Times Bred: 3
Affinity W/Your Pack: Excellent
Talent: None
Injury: None

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Sales History

Pelt Color

Eyes: Yellow (Common)
Nose: Black (Common)
Base Coat: Ochre (Common)
Leg Type: Paws
Leg Color: Tan

Head Type: Large Facemask
Head Color: Tan
Muzzle Type: Stripe
Muzzle Color: Cream

Rarity Score: 6

Character Description

Biography
"All day and night, save winter, every weather,
Above the inn, the smithy, and the shop,
The aspens at the cross-roads talk together
Of rain, until their last leaves fall from the top.

Out of the blacksmith's cavern comes the ringing
Of hammer, shoe, and anvil; out of the inn
The clink, the hum, the roar, the random singing
The sounds that for these fifty years have been.

The whisper of the aspens is not drowned,
And over lightless pane and footless road,
Empty as sky, with every other sound
Not ceasing, calls their ghosts from their abode,

A silent smithy, a silent inn, nor fails
In the bare moonlight or the thick-furred gloom,
In tempest or the night of nightingales,
To turn the cross-roads to a ghostly room.

And it would be the same were no house near.
Over all sorts of weather, men, and times,
Aspens must shake their leaves and men may hear
But need not listen, more than to my rhymes.

Whatever wind blows, while they and I have leaves
We cannot other than an aspen be
That ceaselessly, unreasonably grieves,
Or so men think who like a different tree."
- Edward Thomas

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Character Attributes

Dominance:

5/200

Stealth:

100

100/200

Perception:

101

101/200

Luck:

100