Shion

shion, the gilded.

on a bright winter morning, opaline was venturing out near the edge of the pack territory to break the fresh snow. as she went along, taking in the smells of the dawn, a glint of gold caught her eye. meandering through the ancient trees, a lone male wolf with gilded fur was snuffling and digging at the ground to reveal baby patches of frosted yarrow and bearberry. he carried more of the same in his mouth, gently, like you would a newborn pup.

intrigued, opaline drew closer to him. she had never seen a wolf who paid any mind to the flora as he did. sensing her presence, the gilded wolf lifted his head. a light layer of snow adorned his fur, as if he had been outside for hours. he snuffled softly and dropped some of the herbs on the ground, nudging them towards her. then, he turned to leave.

opaline sprung in front of him, startling him, and he took a step back. she reached towards him, stretching her little frame upwards to touch her nose to the soft fur under his chin. then, she began to whine and plead with him to come back with her to their pack. she persisted until he finally relented, scooping up the dropped herbs and following slowly behind her.

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shion spends his days exploring the territory for herbs, paying no mind to the weather. he often returns to the dens drenched in rain or covered in snow with fresh herbs in tow. he has a special connection with opaline. when he's not foraging, he can often be found near her, making sure she doesn't venture too far away from the pack. she often grumbles that she's too old to have a pupsitter now, but he just touches his nose to her cheek fondly. he always keeps his head lowered there for a moment so that she can reach him to return the gesture.