Lunar storm clan
Hello and wellcome
The sound of fluttering wings overhead signals the hurried flight of a spruce grouse. A small creek bubbles nearby, separating smell the fir trees and Pasque Flowers from the Arctic Moss and Diamond Leaf Willow. Every so often, a snowshoe hare on the hill would let out its high-pitched squeal. In the distance, through the thick undergrowth, a black spruce stands, and massive birch trees and poplar trees, an eerie Growl of a Musk ox peals through the air. The trees themselves seem to whisper as a breeze ruffles your fur and there's a feeling of peace and tranquility within these hills. This is the territory of the Tundra wolf pack, where unity lies between the Wolves and the local Musk ox herd.
The Loyal naw wolf, Faolan, greets you with humble hospitality, "Feel free to stay as long as you need. It is expected that you respect our way of life here. And please, always bow before any Musk ox you see." as he walks away you see his splayed paw "Cool!" you think.
As you explore the area, you realize how alive the Pack's home is. The raspberries that rap around a spruce tree-clearing that leads you to a fading emerald-to-blue wall. The massive cloudberry bushes, now turning into vivid greens and oranges, creating a canopy of shelter, the sunlight dappling the ground in warm patches. The air is filled with the joyful yaps of wolf pups playing as they chase bark beetles and snowshoe hares. Some of the higher-ranking wolves watch from a rocky slope in the forefront of the clearing. You get a sense from the grown wolves that there is a close bond here and there is not much one would not do for another.
The sound of fluttering wings overhead signals the hurried flight of a spruce grouse. A small creek bubbles nearby, separating smell the fir trees and Pasque Flowers from the Arctic Moss and Diamond Leaf Willow. Every so often, a snowshoe hare on the hill would let out its high-pitched squeal. In the distance, through the thick undergrowth, a black spruce stands, and massive birch trees and poplar trees, an eerie Growl of a Musk ox peals through the air. The trees themselves seem to whisper as a breeze ruffles your fur and there's a feeling of peace and tranquility within these hills. This is the territory of the Tundra wolf pack, where unity lies between the Wolves and the local Musk ox herd.
The Loyal naw wolf, Faolan, greets you with humble hospitality, "Feel free to stay as long as you need. It is expected that you respect our way of life here. And please, always bow before any Musk ox you see." as he walks away you see his splayed paw "Cool!" you think.
As you explore the area, you realize how alive the Pack's home is. The raspberries that rap around a spruce tree-clearing that leads you to a fading emerald-to-blue wall. The massive cloudberry bushes, now turning into vivid greens and oranges, creating a canopy of shelter, the sunlight dappling the ground in warm patches. The air is filled with the joyful yaps of wolf pups playing as they chase bark beetles and snowshoe hares. Some of the higher-ranking wolves watch from a rocky slope in the forefront of the clearing. You get a sense from the grown wolves that there is a close bond here and there is not much one would not do for another.
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Beta
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216 stats | L1 Female 0 years 2 months (Young Puppy) 0y 2m |
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214 stats | L1 Male 0 years 2 months (Young Puppy) 0y 2m |
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215 stats | L1 Male 0 years 2 months (Young Puppy) 0y 2m |
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