Quatirr

STUDDING FEE: 30 SC or 1 GC

"O-oh? Is... is this for me? ...Ah! Thank you, thank you dearly!"

Albeit not often through his flustered, overly-polite persona, Quatirr has not had an easy life. His mother, a well-respected hunter when the Pack first formed, seemed to always be on a sliding scale of stability; one day hot, the next day cold. A seasonal and grimly silent she-wolf who tended to project her frustrations in life on her hunting trips. And with said-trips as the main focus of her life, her pups-- a litter of three-- plummeted into the depths of virtual abandonment.

One night, weary and wary and worried, the then-adolescent triplets gathered to discuss their mother. Was there a future for them in a pack where hushed mutters of their mother's mistakes would always drown out their howlings? Was there a future for them in a pack where they were forsaken by their own kin, tossed to the curb, raised under the quieted safety of the community rather than the maternal love they sought to claim? Torn between unrequited love and the promise of his siblings, Quatirr refused to go, believing that his littermates wouldn't leave without him.

They left anyways.

Clinging onto a beyond-shattered family, he tried to warm up to a mother whose blood and ichor pulsed with ice. There was no hope of a bond between the two-- and although he grieved his mother when she passed, the only regrets he held were of conditions outside his control. 

Quatirr has since changed. He is quieter; calmer; charming; polite. He has found a mate. He has become a stud. He has become a Beta. He has become a father. And although he remembers the stubbornness of his youth, the unwillingness to believe anything less than his mother being proud of him, he knows that he has grown. He misses his siblings, but he's glad he stayed behind; this life is now his own, and he will protect himself and those he holds close with burning ferocity.

Quatirr believes that wolves become trees when they die. When asked on what tree he'd like to be once he passes on, he'll immediately answer with "spruce".

Quatirr's theme is Led Zeppelin's Stairway to Heaven.

- First Denim stud with violet eyes!