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Also totally forgot, but breeding to a Piebald stud worked! I got a mutie baby!
I’ll probably mess with his markings, I’m not sure I’m super happy with them, and honestly I may even totally change him, idk. But, mutie baby! Thinking I might make him my new stud, since Desert Sky at Sunset passed a few days ago 😢
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With Feverfew getting along in her years, she has decided to step down as Herbalist of the Soft River Pack, in order to both rest and enjoy her last years, as well as be available to train the next Herbalist.
The new Herbalist of the Soft River Pack is River Gift, following in his mother, grandfather, and great-grandmother (and namesake)’s footsteps.
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Féarach, Spirit of Meadows
Féarach was made a spirit after he was killed defending his pack’s nursery from attackers, and was deemed a worthy fit for a spirit.
Not long after he was made a spirit, he stumbled across a small creature seemingly made of tree bark, weak and sick. He nursed her back to health, and after she wouldn’t leave his side, named her Crann. She accompanies him everywhere.
Féarach is in charge of meadows and grasslands, though mostly those bordering forests. As such, he encounters Foraoise quite a lot, leading to a bit of a blossoming romance between the two.
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Foraoise and Féarach
Foraoise and Féarach are spirits that reside in the forest and meadows/grasslands respectively. Foraoise was once a pup that became lost in the forest, and eventually perished, being taken pity on and turned into a spirit. Féarach was killed during an attack on his pack, during which he defended his pack’s nursery at the cost of his life.
The two met by happenstance, and while they must stick to their respective domains, they meet at the borders of the forests and any open, grassy space often. Foraoise is a bit of a hopeless romantic, constantly getting flustered at Féarach’s advances, but enjoying his company. Féarach is mischievous, and loves making Foraoise blush.
They both consider themselves to be friend with Guiding Light.
#wolvden#foraoise#féarach#spirits#wolvden lore#wolvden spirits#my wolves#ugh posted this to the wrong account
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Today’s Backstory: Wildfire
Wildfire is the adopted son of Vixen and Cardinal Flight, and the youngest of their pups. He’s many years younger than his sisters Finch Song and Burning Ember, and as such aren’t very close with them, but they are fond of each other. He and his mate Icy Slopes, adopted a blind puppy they named Clouds at Sunrise together. They plan to adopt more puppies, due to being unable to have their own.
Wildfire is a pupsitter for the pack, partly because of his and Icy Slopes not being able to have biological pups, and also because he adores puppies, and loves watching them and entertaining them.
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Today’s Backstory: Violet Petal
Violet Petal is one of the oldest of Summer Fox’s many pups (13 in all), her only older siblings being her brothers Tumbleweed and Grizzly Bear. She and her littermate and sister Amaryllis are very close. Violet Petal has three pups: Tall Grass, Clover, and Heather, all sired by lone wolves. Tall Grass’s father left not long after he was born, and Clover and Heather’s father joined another pack before they were born. Amaryllis basically became her nephew and nieces’s other parent, and Violet Petal is more than happy with that.
Violet Petal does not have an official role in the pack, but loves to help watch the pups of the pack, often helping multiple pupsitters get a break by playing games with groups of the puppies. She is especially close with Midnight Sun’s two pups, Sunlit Clouds and Blackberry Thorn, who she figured out while talking with their mother are Clover and Heather’s half siblings. As such, and the fact they are close in age, the four pups are very close, as well as their mothers.
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Hey y’all! It’s December again, and gift giving time!
Drop your ID in the replies, and I’ll send something your way. Can’t guarantee what it’ll be, but it’ll be something XD
In case anyone feels the need to return the favor (which totally isn’t necessary, but I know people will ask) my ID is #775.
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With the death of Cracking Ice, Stormy Skies has become the next leader. Cracking Ice broke her family’s inheritance of the position due to the fact she knew none of her pups would really want the responsibility and duty that came with being a leader. So, she looked outside of her family, and was immediately taken with Stormy Skies’s care for his pack mates, and attention to the weak and young.
Everyone in the pack is more than happy with his new position, and his mate Stargazer being his second-in-command.
#wolvden#my wolves#my pack#new leader#and goodbye cracking ice#😭#I’m genuinely so sad#I’ll probably have my next lead be a descendant of Abaise in some way#but it’s Stormy Skies for now!#Stormy skies
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Cracking Ice had picked the perfect day to go to the tundra for the last time.
She’d been slowing down considerably the last few weeks, and she knew her time was coming to an end, but she needed to go back to the place she’d first met Atka at least once more.
When she walked out of the taiga forest onto the tundra, she smiled softly at the sight of small flowers scattered across the grassy hills.
She walked the familiar path to where, long ago, Atka had been brought by the humans researching them.
She wondered where those humans were now, and the rest of Atka’s sled team. She wondered how many of them were still alive.
She found a spot on the hill overlooking what had once been the humans camp, and laid down in the middle of a patch of purple and pink flowers, sighing as she laid down.
The wind was still a bit chilly, but held the promise of warmth soon to come. She wouldn’t feel it, she was quite sure of that, but she’d already seen the affects of spring. Food was now easy to find, the hunting parties having already filled everyone’s bellies by the time she’d left in the late morning.
Cracking Ice closed her eyes, leaning her head up into the warm sun. She’d been a bit worried that she wouldn’t be able to see spring fall across the land again, glad to have one last time to see the flowers and greenery coming back.
She sat there for awhile, not even sure how much time went by, before she heard pawsteps, looking over to see Feverfew walking towards her, the young herbalist’s tail wagging when she turned to her.
“I just wanted to make sure you were alright. You’ve been gone for a bit.”, Feverfew said, coming and sitting next to her aunt. “But Mother said you’d probably just be enjoying the sun somewhere.”
Cracking Ice hummed softly. Moonstone always seemed to be able to read her mind, her younger sister having always been the sibling she was closest with, but especially after their older siblings had all passed.
“I just wanted to come here once more.”, Cracking Ice said, looking down into the hollow below the hill, where a faint circle of stones was still visible, most of them scattered a bit, but still in a vague shape.
Feverfew glanced down, tilting her head slightly. “What is this place?”, she asked. She knew the pack had never lived here in the tundra, but it must mean something special.
“Years ago, when my mother was still leader, a couple of humans came to study the land and us.”, Cracking Ice said. “They came on sleds, pulled by dogs.”, she said. “Atka was the leader of the sled team. This is where he first arrived here. I didn’t meet him here, but this is the place I remember the most.”, she said.
Feverfew hummed softly. “It’s a beautiful spot.”
Cracking Ice just nodded slightly, before she laid her head on her paws, feeling a bit fatigued. It definitely had been a long trek out here. Maybe she should have come earlier, but she doubted the flowers would have been out any sooner.
The two she-wolves sat in silence for awhile, Feverfew finally settling down to lay beside Cracking Ice, who kept her head on her paws, looking out across the tundra.
As the sky started to darken, Cracking Ice finally sighed, and started to stand up, taking a bit for her old bones to cooperate. Feverfew stood by to help if need be, but knew better than to intervene if Cracking Ice didn’t ask.
“We should head back to camp.”, Cracking Ice said, before she turned to start the long walk back to camp, but at least she would have a companion.
#wolvden#my wolves#my pack#cracking ice#today is my last day with cracking ice#and I am very sad#but it had to happen sometime#and I’m kinda excited for where the pack’s gonna go with the new leader#who I’ll share tomorrow
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Feverfew had never seen Bearberry this excited.
She just sat near the entrance of her den, where she’d first told the white youngling that now that he was an adolescent, he could come with her foraging. That had been a few minutes ago, and he was still bouncing around, his tail practically a blur.
“Berry. Bearberry.”, she said, trying to calm her son down, but it was not working.
Feverfew finally stood and let out a loud bark, drawing attention, but at least it stopped the young wolf in his tracks, looking sheepishly at him mother.
“I- sorry, Mother.”, Bearberry said softly, dropping his head and pinning his ears back slightly.
Feverfew just chuckled, licking between his ears. “It’s alright, dear, but the point of bringing you with me is for you to learn, not to play or goof around, understood?”, she asked.
Bearberry nodded slightly, his tail still wagging.
Feverfew knew that Bearberry wouldn’t be the next herbalist, as he would be too old when she was gone. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t learn about herbs and remedies. It might come in handy one day.
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“What’s this?”
Feverfew padded over to where Bearberry was sniffing at an odd plant that she’d never seen.
“I- I don’t know. Don’t touch it.”, she warned, padding over to the odd looking plants. They were low to the ground, with small green leaves grouped together, and odd white flowers.
Feverfew pinned her ears back slightly. First the sound of that puppy, Cracking Ice telling her wolves were disappearing, and now this odd plant?
“Bearberry, let’s head home.”, she said, looking over the plant for another moment before she glanced up when she didn’t hear a response from her only pup.
He was nowhere to be seen.
Feverfew felt icy panic wash over her, rooted in place for a few moments, before she broke out of the trance.
“BEARBERRY!”, she howled, whirling around, trying to find any sign of him. She started to hound away from the small meadow in the trees they’d been in, when she smacked into something moving as well. She was about to snarl and snap at it, when she caught a glance of white fur.
“Bearberry! You scared the wits out of me! What were you thinking?”, she barked at him.
Her son looked caught off guard, and a bit concerned.
“I- I was only looking around to see if there was more so we could watch out for it.”, he said. “I wasn’t gone but a moment.”, he said.
Feverfew relaxed at that with a sigh, nuzzling his muzzle. “I’m sorry, dear, I’m just on edge.”, she said. “There’s been weird things happening, and I just panicked for a moment.”, she said, starting to licking his ears.
“Mom.”, he complained, pulling away, shaking himself slightly to get rid of the indignity of his mother cleaning his ears still.
“Come on, let’s just get back to camp.”, Feverfew said, nuzzling him. “The forest is still pretty bare at the moment, we don’t want to strip it of herbs.”
Bearberry just nodded, and turned and started trotting back towards camp.
Feverfew stopped for a moment and glanced back at the clearing, having sworn she could hear whispers in a language she didn’t recognize. But she just shook herself, before turning and following after her son.
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Feverfew heard it first near their grasslands camp, when she’d been checking to make sure she’d cleared out the last of her stock there.
A whimpering, that sounded like a puppy.
Before, she might had just taken note of it and finished her task before investigating, but that was before she’d had Bearberry. Now, she had motherly instincts she’d never had before.
She immediately abandoned her checking of her old den, bounding out into the empty camp, the silence eerie. She’d grown up in this camp, and it was still odd to see it empty.
But she pushed that out of her brain, focusing on trying to sniff for the puppy she’d heard. But it had rained not long before, meaning any scents were dampened and washed away, no trails to follow, at least none she could smell.
She heard the whining again, but couldn’t pinpoint the sound’s source. She whined slightly, not liking that a puppy could be injured or sick and she couldn’t find them.
“Hello? It’s alright, I won’t hurt you! I’m a healer, I can help you!”, she called, wagging her tail in case the puppy could see her.
She went quiet after that to listen, but heard nothing else.
Feverfew started walking around the camp border, sniffing and barking to try and find the puppy, but no scents came to her, and no one answered her calls.
She paced around and around the camp for a good hour, finally whining as she realized she’d have to give up. If she didn’t head back soon, the pack would be worried, especially Sand Viper, and she didn’t want to do that to her mate.
“If you are here, little one, please try and stay warm. I’ll be back tomorrow.”, she called, hoping the puppy had just fallen asleep.
She turned and started walking back towards the mountains, glancing back over her shoulder once more to look for movement, but saw none, and turned and kept heading home.
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When Feverfew got back to camp, she went straight to Cracking Ice, the old she-wolf laid out in the thin sunlight in front of her den. She’d been worrying Feverfew ever since Atka had passed, starting to look thin and unkempt, but she’d kept her jaws shut and not questioned her. Cracking Ice was allowed to grieve.
“Is something wrong, Feverfew?”, Cracking Ice asked when the young herbalist walked up, immediately making the younger she-wolf’s ears pin back slightly in stress.
“I- I thought I heard a lost puppy on my way back here from our old camp, calling out to me. But I couldn’t find it.”, she said.
The look that crossed Cracking Ice’s face confused her. Her eyes darkened, like she knew some dark secret.
“Come inside.”, the old leader said, standing up and leading Feverfew into her den. It was dirty and musty smelling, the bedding in the shallow scoop in the floor obviously unchanged. Feverfew suspected it was from the day Atka had died.
“What’s going on?”, she asked, sitting down a little ways inside, as Cracking Ice laid down.
“There have been odd goings on lately.”, she said. “I’ve met many wolves from neighboring packs who are missing wolves, and…. odd animals. Like here, but different.”, she said.
“Are they from the Dreamlands?”, Feverfew asked. While most wolves weren’t supposed to know of them, Cracking Ice had confided in her after so many of their wolves that joined were part Dreamlands that she suspected that their territory had a spot where the separation between the two worlds was thin.
“No, not Dreamlands. They were regular deer, and squirrels, and badgers, but nothing I’ve ever seen. Like they came from elsewhere.”, Cracking Ice said, a frown on her face. “I don’t know what it means, but I also am not putting too much thought to it. That will be Stormy Skies’s duty.”
Stormy Skies, the young he-wolf Feverfew knew Cracking Ice had chosen as her replacement. She hadn’t told anyone but Feverfew and her father, Chaparral, who would still be herbalist if he hadn’t retired early.
“But aren’t you curious?”, Feverfew asked.
“I’m too old for curiosity. I’m concerned. I don’t like the news of wolves disappearing. It makes me uneasy. There’s a reason no one but those that must leave are going outside of camp. If it wasn’t for the fact that we only have one who’s old enough to go, I’d make Sidewinder and Desert Runner bring an younger wolf with them to make sure they weren’t alone.”, Cracking Ice said.
Feverfew had never met her grandmother, Abaise, but she’d heard enough that Cracking Ice definitely seemed to be doing what she thought her mother would. Sometimes Feverfew forgot they were related.
“You think I’m being too cautious.”, Cracking Ice said. “I can tell from the look on your face.”
“No, no.”, Feverfew said, shaking her head. “I just… is that what you think is best? Or what you think is expected?”
“It’s what I think is best.”, Cracking Ice said, an edge to her voice. “I didn’t bring you in here to question my decisions. You’re barely an adult.”, she said.
“Not barely.”, Feverfew said, feeling a bit miffed.
“Having pups does not make you an adult. Growing up and wising up does.”, Cracking Ice said. “Now leave me. I’d like to get some rest.”
Feverfew nodded, and turned and exited the den, her tail tucked between her legs slightly. She’d obviously pissed her off.
But what had Cracking Ice meant by wolves disappearing? Strange animals? Did that have something to do with the puppy she’d thought she’d heard?
Feverfew just shook her head, deciding to put it out of mind until the next day when she could go check the camp again for the puppy. She just headed for her den to take inventory of what herbs she had again, and hopefully occupy herself enough to get her mind off that pup’s whine.
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This was the day she’d been dreading.
Cracking Ice had fallen asleep the night before curled up with Atka, her head resting on his shoulder as it always did when they slept.
And while it still was this morning, she could already feel how cold her muzzle was.
She didn’t move for a long time, and neither did he. She could feel the lack of breath on her fur, the lack of his flank rising. But she didn’t move. As soon as she moved, everyone would know, he’d be taken away.
So she laid there, well into the late morning, until she heard the branches near the entrance shift. She didn’t move, just staring straight ahead, until a solid black muzzle came into view.
Lunar Eclipse.
“Mother.”, he said softly, nudging her. Cracking Ice realized she must look dead as well, so she shifted slightly to look at her second youngest pup.
“We can’t just leave him here.”, he said softly, nudging her muzzle with his. “We need to start a vigil.”
Cracking Ice stayed silent for a few moments, but knew he was right. She finally stood on shaky legs, today feeling her age even more than usual. She was cold, the autumn night having not been kind without Atka’s warmth for a portion of the night.
Kestrel Swoop walked in, barely an adult, and already having lost a parent. Cracking Ice just nuzzled her youngest pup, as his sister Osprey Feather and brother Taiga came in to help Lunar move Atka out into the camp.
Cracking Ice walked out, and was met almost immediately by Moonstone, her little sister walking up and nuzzling her cheek, not saying a word. They’d always been close, having been so far in age from their older siblings that they’d never really bonded with them.
It felt odd, knowing no one here was family of Atka, except for their pups. No one had memories of him as a puppy. She’d met his brother Kayuh, but she knew he was ages away by now, nowhere she’d even be able to send someone to.
She just sat in the middle of camp, watching as her three children carried their father out of their den. She stayed silent, just staring, walking over and laying down behind Atka when they set him down, laying her muzzle on his shoulder.
The day passed in a blur of wolves and mumbled apologies, the rest of the day dragging by.
Finally, as night threatened to fall, Tundra walked over, nuzzling her mother’s nose.
“We need to take him to bury.”, she said softly, her tail held limp. She usually was so joyful, it hurt Cracking Ice to see her daughter so sad. But Tundra and her two littermates had been their first pups, born not long after Atka had joined the pack.
Cracking Ice finally stood, feeling chilled even more as she looked down at her mate, who’d stood by her side for so many years. She pressed her nose into the fur of his neck one last time, before she stepped away, letting her pups walk over and pick him up to carry him to their burial spot.
She followed behind them slowly and quietly, most of the pack but the nursing mothers and their pups following, except for Moonstone, who’d left her pups with their father Chaparral to be with her sister.
Cracking Ice didn’t remember much after that, feeling numb again, just leaning into her younger sister. The only thing that stopped her from completely breaking was that she knew she’d join him soon. She’d been feeling the years weigh on her body for months now, and knew it wouldn’t be long before she joined her lifelong mate.
She didn’t know who started the howl, but soon every single wolf of the pack was howling in mourning, sorrow, remembrance. She listened in for awhile, before she joined in, howling her pain out and her hope to see him soon.
#wolvden#my wolves#my pack#cracking ice#Atka#Atka died today#and I am not okay 😭#animal death#animal death tw#tw animal death
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Cracking Ice is only about 11 rollovers away from dying and I am
Not prepared.
I’ll probably stay off for winter, as it’s been barely enough for me to feed and play with all of my wolves during fall, let alone winter, so it’ll be more than 11 days, but still
I’m gonna be so sad.
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Today’s Backstory: Snapdragon
Snapdragon is one of Winter Day’s three pups, along with her sister Morning Snow and brother Splotched Fur. She has three pups: Mottled Pelt, Stargazed, and Blood Moon. They were all sired by a lone wolf that she fell in love with, and after Blood Moon was born, attempted to have him join the pack. He told her he would think about it and get back to her in a few days, but he never showed up. She was heartbroken, thinking he had left her, until Sidewinder reported a wolf’s body matching him that he’d found deceased at the sight of a stampede. Snapdragon was devastated, and vowed to not take another mate.
#wolvden#my wolves#my pack#my wolves backstories#snapdragon#in reality#I accidentally bred snapdragon to her brother splotched for a couple times#😅#and only realized it after blood moon was born
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After enough time to allow the vegetation around their camp to grow back after the flash flood, the Soft River Pack has moved back to their camp in the mountains, much to the pleasure of everyone. The graves of Abaise and those buried during their time in the mountains, and anyone that passed while they lived in the grasslands that was moved there (excluding those killed in the sickness that swept through the pack) are there, as well as what many consider their true home. However, given the time since being there, it is new territory to many of the younger wolves and pups.
As Cracking Ice grows older, she hopes that being back in the territory many of them consider their true home will help her successor, who has yet to be chosen.
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Today’s Backstory: Tall Grass
Tall Grass is the son of Violet Petal and a lone wolf, and Violet Petal’s only pup. He is very close with his mother, often spending most days with her. He has no role in the pack, but adores the pack’s pups, often helping the pupsitters occupy the pups. He has no mate, but definitely wants one, as well as pups of his own.
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Today’s Backstory: Dancing Lights
Dancing Lights was found abandoned on the outskirts of the Soft River Pack territory as a very young pup by the pack’s hunting party. Nessie, who was the one that found Dancing Lights, and her mate Tumbleweed, also a part of the hunting party, decided to adopt the small pup. When he was found, he looked like a regular wolf, but as he grew up, it became evident that he was at least part Dreamlands wolf. When he became an adolescent, there was no doubt, as that was when the glowing marks on his fur appeared.
Dancing Lights was the first wolf to become friends with She Who Sees The Ocean, and the two eventually became mates, now having two pups, He Who Races The Sky and She Who Climbs Mountains.
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