'Across the fields of golden flowers, goldenrod, yarrow, black-eyed susan...there is a shift among the flora. At first you assume it to be the breeze across the meadows, but a moment more, you notice it not to be so. A wolf...a wolf with fur as golden as the sun rises among the flowers. You freeze as those sharp yellow eyes watch you closely, but soon, the male gives a bow of his massive head, his broad shoulders turning his form away...you let out a sigh. "Be careful traveler. I am Oxalis, alpha here. I guard those born with the blessing of the sun. May you travel safe." You swallow as the golden male pauses and looks over his shoulder. He truly is a big wolf, bigger than most with a strong build and intimidating presence. You feel those eyes on you. Is he...going to attack? A lip curls upwards as Oxalis adds, "But be warned. Bare fang or claw at my wards and I will not be the only one to make sure you are scorched by the grace of the sun." Giving a bow of his head, Oxalis leaves...or does he? The alpha seems to melt away into the garden of gold and you are left alone...wondering if you are truly alone here.'
6 years+
'Age has taken hold of a golden and earthy colored male who plots across golden lands. His single eye remains as blue as the clearest sky. His body littered with scars. There is a kind air around him, gentle, and wise. There's an increasing sadness in his eye as another darker male joins him. They keep their distance. Traces around the territory suggest a large pack live here, have done so for many summers and it feels as though that is not about to alter anytime soon. Yet, you, a wanderer, a traveler, whom has come with intention or accident, stands upon this border. From the shadows of the two elderly males approach two juvenile females. One stands tall with her head raised, sporting a dull gold upon her pelt, treasures upon their throats from the ventures of their elders. This pack has traveled well. Yet, before you proceed, you notice a suspicious glint in this female's eyes. She seems uncertain, wary, aloof…almost as if she suspects danger in many shadows, her ears pulled back. The slightly larger and older female beside her seems more helpful and calm, as if knowing exactly what to say…there is a wind stirring here. Even you can feel these once golden lands may be harboring secrets beneath the delicate flower stems.'
Blue Jay Feather Decor
Blue Jay Feather Decor