The Pack of the Everfrost
Snow.
It's all you feel; all you see.
You race through it, panting harshly as icy wind pierces your lungs, your hot breath puffing out in steamy clouds. Shards of tiny pieces of ice slash at your muzzle, stinging your skin but not drawing blood.
And yet you run.
The howls that followed you are but a distance behind you, and yet you run.
Your paws slip when you make contact with a plane of ice that had been covered by the snow, and you slide and tumble down a small slope, landing in a deep ditch.
Snow.
It crowds around you now, the storm taking advantage of your pitiful position, burying you in the cold mounds. Your heart thumps in your chest.
This is how I die, your mind whispers. You flail against the odds, desperate to survive, to escape this death.
But exhaustion creeps through your bones, and you feel your paws go numb.
Accepting your fate, you lie your head, your eyes beginning to drift shut.
Something pierces your scruff, and with what energy you have left you let out a pained whimper, only to realize that something—no, someone, was pulling you from your cold grave.
You don't fight; you're too tired to even consider it.
All you see are pale-colored paws, and all you hear is a gruff voice snarling at you to stay alive.
And then the snow drifts to darkness, and your mind sinks into slumber.
When you wake, you are no longer cold, and you can no longer see snow.
Instead, you see a wolf hovering over you, her blue eyes glowing with a dark light.
"You're alive," she snorts.
You lift your head, ready to speak and ask for the wolf who saved you, but you find that your throat is raw, and your words fall flat.
The wolf shakes her head.
"Speak nothing of it," she huffs, as though understanding your desire to give thanks. "You may rest here for as long as you need."
She goes to leave, but she pauses, her gaze flickering over to you.
"Welcome to the Pack of the Everfrost."
It's all you feel; all you see.
You race through it, panting harshly as icy wind pierces your lungs, your hot breath puffing out in steamy clouds. Shards of tiny pieces of ice slash at your muzzle, stinging your skin but not drawing blood.
And yet you run.
The howls that followed you are but a distance behind you, and yet you run.
Your paws slip when you make contact with a plane of ice that had been covered by the snow, and you slide and tumble down a small slope, landing in a deep ditch.
Snow.
It crowds around you now, the storm taking advantage of your pitiful position, burying you in the cold mounds. Your heart thumps in your chest.
This is how I die, your mind whispers. You flail against the odds, desperate to survive, to escape this death.
But exhaustion creeps through your bones, and you feel your paws go numb.
Accepting your fate, you lie your head, your eyes beginning to drift shut.
Something pierces your scruff, and with what energy you have left you let out a pained whimper, only to realize that something—no, someone, was pulling you from your cold grave.
You don't fight; you're too tired to even consider it.
All you see are pale-colored paws, and all you hear is a gruff voice snarling at you to stay alive.
And then the snow drifts to darkness, and your mind sinks into slumber.
When you wake, you are no longer cold, and you can no longer see snow.
Instead, you see a wolf hovering over you, her blue eyes glowing with a dark light.
"You're alive," she snorts.
You lift your head, ready to speak and ask for the wolf who saved you, but you find that your throat is raw, and your words fall flat.
The wolf shakes her head.
"Speak nothing of it," she huffs, as though understanding your desire to give thanks. "You may rest here for as long as you need."
She goes to leave, but she pauses, her gaze flickering over to you.
"Welcome to the Pack of the Everfrost."
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Faint Whispers [Rumors]
The Pack of the Everfrost; the Numb and the Chilled [Wolves]
The Pack of the Everfrost; Wolven Archive [Lore]
The Creation [Religion]
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My Commissions!
Faint Whispers [Rumors]
The Pack of the Everfrost; the Numb and the Chilled [Wolves]
The Pack of the Everfrost; Wolven Archive [Lore]
The Creation [Religion]
The Morality [Laws]
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SCAR DECOR!!!
Any Raccoon Decors/Backgrounds
SC
GC
Herbs/Medicines
Lucky Feet
Healing Salves
Any Grove Items! (Total Shuffles are my favorite!)
Prey Items
Toys!
-- Whatever you decide to give me, even if it's not on my wishlist, thank you so much! I appreciate every bit of it! --
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2000 SC / 5000 SC saved up in Hoard.
50 GC / 500 GC saved up in Hoard.
Create Adopts for forums.
Obtain one customer on my art forum.
Obtain gifts for my friends before the 25th.
Obtain 5 Total Shuffles.(0/5)
Obtain 15 of each herb. (418/420 herbs collected)
2000 SC / 5000 SC saved up in Hoard.
50 GC / 500 GC saved up in Hoard.
Create Adopts for forums.
Obtain one customer on my art forum.
Obtain gifts for my friends before the 25th.
Obtain 5 Total Shuffles.(0/5)
Obtain 15 of each herb. (418/420 herbs collected)
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