Blizzard Frost

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CHANGES:

- EYES FROM ORANGE TO GREEN

- ADDED 2 MARKINGS ( Black Half Cover + White Carnage)

-  NOSE FROM BISTRE TO BLACK

-  THE OPACITY OF MARKINGS ADDED

16/16 COLLECTED

LORE:

For all his life Blizzard Frost had been a loner of sorts. He was born to a mother who had no pack, with one sister, of which died a few months before Hollow Strike had found him.

Once he had been born, his mother immediately depended on him for certain things. Such as hunting and defending them. His mother was old and, having recently been kicked out of a pack because of spreading rumors, was having a difficult time.

When Bizzard was merely a year old his mother had succumbed to the harsh elements of the mountains, leaving him with only his sister. They had a good run together, lasting a full year and two months together before she had been killed in between a border squabble. Because of his lack of knowledge on herbs and healing, she had died the same evening.

Merely a month later Blizzard was approached by Hollow and a stranger, darker coated wolf going by the name Tala. The two males spent a solid sunset playing around, jumping on each other and play fighting, and for the first time in months Blizzard had felt a sensation of carefreeness. He felt like he could act like a pup, and have a glimpse of the puphood that got cruelly ripped from him.

That very night, Hollow had asked him to join his pack. Blizzard thought back on how hard his life had been as a loner, and he had decided he no longer wanted that. He wanted to feel safe in a territory that he knew as his own, and know that he never had to hunt alone, and know the warmth of other wolves' bodies as he slept through the harsh winter nights.

So he had agreed, and as they trotted back to the king's territory, brushing pelts and stolen glances between them, the grey wolf was sure that he had made the right decision. 

Now here he was, mere months later, and he knew the feeling of home.

He knew the feeling of safety in his own territory, he knew he never had to hunt alone, and he knew the warmth of his mate's body as he slept through the harsh winter nights.

Because of his previous experience, he decided to take on the role as Herbalist.

Now, he spends his days training with the bear known as Herbert, and his nights sleeping beside the very wolf that had saved him on that beautiful, carefree evening.