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Blackened Peaks

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This territory is harsh and bitter, the winters are cold and the summer barely there.

The pack resides high in the mountains, exact location unknown. The air is thin as the mountain is high but the base of the mountain is set up for wolves who cannot handle the thin air and is still protected heavily.

The land is mostly mountain, flat jagged rocks and tough plant life. The animals here are often fish, birds, large elk, and mountain boar. Scarce animals are hares, doe, goat, livestock sheep

The animals here are rough and strong, built on the survival of this place, taking them down is no easy feat.

The Shepard’s and farmers use the mountain pass as a shortcut twice a year to get from province to the main land. These times are the most profitable food wise but can lead to more fatalities and injuries then taking down an adult elk.

The Shepard’s bring healthy lamb and sheep, the farmers bring herbs and cattle. But nothings ever that easy.

Equipped with silver fanged dogs and grotesque guns, they prove a dirty fight.

The females are strong and large, weight averaging at 100-130lbs, not an easy feat to impress. Their birthrate being 3 Cubs often. Fertility is low here.

The males are aggressive and heavy, weight averaging 130-175lbs, strong legs and narrow bodies. Fast and top heavy, they tend to pin before shredding into their opponents.

Coats are thick on the neck and back but thin out towards the ribs and legs. This showcases muscle, provides protection to the neck while not weighing them down.

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Mimus polyglottos

https://www.wolvden.com/wolf/606304

Minimus is a wolf from the glade, his coat is medium thick and light in color. Feeds mostly on doe and fish, he’s about 120lbs, he’s a  descendent of a pack of Mackenzie Valley Wolves.

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The mist wouldn’t part ways with his heavy coat as he lied on a risen flat rock. His fogged breath drifting ways much like he had his pack long ago.

He was alone now, not that he minded much. He tended to drift from land to land, joining packs here and there to insure his bloodline. He tended to blend easily, the mimic or many tongues they called him. Managing to slip into every crack and fit into any pack he came across.

But that’s not the point now is it, he currently set up residence in an aggressive pack, one that reigned over the black mountains no one dared to live amongst.. and yet they did. He was curious as to how exactly, they have done this for so long.

So he traipsed his way to the base and without even trying, a scout was on him. The pack was strict and unkind, the alpha a complete dick and his mate more so.

After a talk and him slipping into his role, he was in. The pack guided him up the sheer face of the mountain, even guided through the easiest path his paws ached and bled with the rough jagged terrain. Jesus how do they live here?

Soot stained his paws but snow covered patches of the mountain, how? He was led passed a hot pool filled with glaring eyes, passed a den of pups and bared teeth, passed a group of sparring warriors whose sounds sent a shiver down his spine, a shiver of fear.. or excitement? and finally to a settlement of caves. The flat ground outside the settlement was unnatural and the surrounding mountain seemed to curl in a protective brace around them.

He was led to a cave off to the side and left there to settle, not feeling brave enough to explode just yet Mimus decided to settle on a raised rock outside his new den and ponder.