Biography
it's so cold here alone my pack gone they all starved did I as well? at first, I knew that I was still here but as the days turn to years I began to wonder if this is still the land of the living?.
my paws they make prints? or am I unseen so young to see the faces of starvation so gaunt and weak, as if a living skeleton.
I tried to help the others live I gave all the food to them, but alas it was not enough the fell,
still, I pounder if this is all real not my mind trying to cross to the land of ancestors, Broken by sorrow fur like snow.
one left all alone forgotten and alone a lone survivor without a home.
I wander the land alone my only friends the earth and sky keep me safe till it is my time.
every day I still ask my self am I truly still in the realm of the alive?
Breeding Info
N/A
| Personality
Loyal and kind
Preferences
Unknown
Special Skills
Ice
Survivalism(New Boost)
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Spring 
Day Weather: 
Heavy Rain
