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Wolf Number: 5497912
Gender: Male
Age: Deceased
Deathdate: Nov 24, 2025
Death Age: 18
Pack: The Heavens
Last Owner: Former Pack
Breeder:
Weight: 147 Pounds
Build: Thick
Fur Type: Short
Generation: 2nd

Birthdate: May 1, 2025
Sire: 🪶 Rougarou [G1]
Dam: Wolf 572 144lb
Mood: Content
Battle Experience: 5
Playfulness: High
Birth Defect: None
Boost: None
Total Battle Earnings: 11
Total Mush Found: 7

Offspring Count: 20
Bred This Season: 0
Total Times Bred: 9
Affinity W/Your Pack: Excellent

Talent: Stealth Perception Social Empathy Morals Composure Wisdom Battle Agility Spirituality

Talent Count: 32
Injury: None

Adornments

Sales History

Pelt Color

Base Coat: Blue Merle (Common)
Eyes: Topaz (Uncommon)
Nose: Liver (Common)
Inner Ears: Cream
Leg Type: None
Leg Color: Cream

Head Type: Frontal
Head Color: Cream
Muzzle Type: Narrow
Muzzle Color: Rosewood
Harlequin: Blue
Somatic Mutation: Rosewood

Back Type: Sooty 1
Back Color: Rosewood
Shoulder: Black
Brindle: Slate
Belton: Obsidian
Okapi: Slate
Leopard: Black
Speckle Type: None
Speckle Color: Cream
Ear Edges Type: Half
Ear Edges Color: None

Rarity Score: 48

Character Description

Biography
You spot a wolf lying on a flat stone near the edge of the den area, his eyes closed as if he's asleep. His fur is a mix of dusty grays and earthen browns, tangled in places. You step closer, the stone scraping beneath your paw. His ear twitches, and one eye cracks open. Can't sleep? you ask, trying to sound casual. Gravelark snorts softly, eyes drifting to the canopy above. Sleep doesn't come easy these days, he mutters. He pulls himself up slowly, muscles tense. It's strange, he continues, gaze unfocused. "What?", you reply. "I was thinking of how we got here", he continues, One moment, Farrow and I were running. The next, I was choking on that foul air... Felt like my insides were burning. He coughs, as if remembering it. Could barely see straight. Just kept stumbling forward, trying to breathe. Farrow was right infront of me, but then... He closes his eyes, jaw tightening. I-I must have blacked out. Next thing I know, we're both on the ground, these wolves looking down at us. His eyes meet yours, dark and haunted. Branok and Sablepine saved us. If they hadnt... He doesn't finish, jaw clenching as he looks away. I owe them my life, whether I asked for it or not.

Breeding Info
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Personality
Gravelark is the more open of the two brothers, without the same weight of guilt that Farrow carries. His pain manifests differently. He is quieter than he used to be, in his eyes you can see a glimmer of his old energy- of the wolf who used to laugh easily and sprint through the forest without a care. Now, hes more reserved, often lost in thought, but his loyalty to Farrow and the pack runs deep. His past experiences have left him with a simmering frustration beneath the calmness, especially when it comes to feeling like a burden. Hes the type of wolf who, when he speaks, does so with a confidence that grounds others. His bond with Farrow is unbreakable, and hes determined to be the brother Farrow needs him to be.

Preferences
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Special Skills
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Character Attributes

Dominance:

0/200

Stealth:

30/200

Perception:

50/200

Luck:

0/200

Maternal:

0/200

Social: