Biography
The wind, a restless spirit, tangled through Faelans fur, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. A single, vibrant bluebell, tucked behind her left ear, bobbed with each stride. Two iridescent bluejay feathers, trophies of a playful chase, adorned the right. Faelan was a wanderer, a solitary wolf sculpted by the whispering woods.
She wasn't lost, not exactly. She was *exploring*. The forest, a labyrinth of ancient trees and sun-dappled clearings, hummed with a magic only she seemed to truly hear. Not the overt, spell-casting kind, but a subtle weave of energy, a pulse that resonated within her very bones. This was amplified, she suspected, by the swirling, intricate markings that graced her front and back legs - constellations etched in charcoal grey against her otherwise silver fur. These weren't mere markings; they shifted subtly with the light, sometimes resembling maps, sometimes constellations, sometimes...other things.
One crisp morning, following a scent she couldn't quite place a sweetness overlaid with something feral and distinctly lupine she crested a small rise. Below her, nestled in a valley bathed in the golden light of dawn, lay a pack. Not just any pack. This one felt
different.
They were larger than any wolves she had encountered before, their coats ranging from the deepest obsidian to shades of moonlit cream. Around them pulsed a palpable energy, not the subtle hum she usually felt, but a powerful, almost visible aura. She could see them grooming each other, the playful nips and murmurs of their interactions carrying on the wind. A matriarch, a wolf the color of aged silver with eyes like molten gold, oversaw the scene with a regal air.
Faelan hesitated. She had always been alone, self-sufficient. The thought of joining a pack, of relinquishing even a sliver of her independence, was unsettling. Yet, a deep-seated longing, a primal yearning for connection, tugged at her. This place resonated with her, the power of the pack amplifying the magic she felt within herself.
As she stood frozen, a young, russet-colored wolf, his eyes bright with curiosity, caught sight of her. He tilted his head, studying her flower-adorned ear and the fluttering bluejay feathers. He barked, a questioning sound that echoed through the valley. The matriarch turned, her golden gaze sharp and assessing.
Faelan took a deep breath. This was it.
She stepped forward, descending into the valley, the bluebell nodding in agreement with her decision. As she approached, she focused her attention on the swirling patterns on her legs, the ancient magic within her awakening. She would offer them not just herself, but the magic she carried, the songs of the forest etched into her very being. Whether they accepted her or not, she knew this encounter would change her forever. The forest, she realized, had led her here for a reason. And she, Faelan, the wolf with the flower and the feathers, was ready to listen. The whispers of the pack were already beginning to mingle with the whispers of the wind. And she was beginning to understand.
Breeding Info
First breeding to chaos.. 2pups
Second breeding to Hudson ??
| Personality
Kind
Good
Adventurous
Brave
Preferences
To be an alpha and not a breeder
She will soon be alpha
First gen....second gen offspring
Favorite mate is chaos.
Special Skills
Stealth
Luck
Resolve
Wisdom
Battle
Spirituality
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