Yukon

𝓨𝓾𝓴𝓸𝓷

Yukon was splayed out on the desert sand, the cool winter night making him feel refreshed. The afternoon's hunt had wore him out, and had been scorching hot. But now? It was almost freezing, Yukon's ideal temperature. He was half-asleep when a black pup trotted over, nudging him.

"C'mon papa, let's play!" He chirped, running energetically around his father. Yukon only gave a small huff, keeping his eyes closed.

"Maybe in the morning, I'm a bit tired Onyx." He mumbled, rolling over. But Onyx was persistent, and kept nudging his father. Yukon was about to give up when he heard a familiar annoyed growl.

"Onyx, if you don't stop bothering your father right now, I'll make you clean the den for the next two moons!"

Saskia slunk over, her look feral as per-usual. Onyx immediately stopped nudging his father, but still voiced his complaints.

"Please mama?"

"No." She retorted. Onyx's tail dropped, and the pup seemed upset. Yukon couldn't help but feel a bit bad, and gave a small smile.

"Maybe your uncle Colton will play with you!" He offered. "If not, I'm sure Callum wouldn't mind."

Onyx immediately brightened up, gave his father a nuzzle, and sprinted off. Saskia only watched as she shook her head affectionately.

"You spoil him." She commented once Onyx was out of earshot.

"You do too!" Yukon replied with a chuckle. "Think of all the things you give him after your expeditions."

"I hate to admit it, but he reminds me of my mother." Saskia shook her head once more, then smiled a bit. "She liked to hoard her trinkets too."

"Well thanks for saving me from him." Yukon yawned, stretched, and rolled over onto his back. "I could use a little nap."

"Not today, lazy bones!" Saskia tugged on his tail. "C'mon, Warragul told me Bloodtrail Beserkers are going out for another hunt!"

Yukon only sighed.

𝓕𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂

𝓨𝓾𝓴𝓸𝓷 -- "𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓡𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻" [𝓒𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓷]

⬥ Father: N/A
⬥ Mother: N/A
⬥ Siblings: N/A
⬥ Other Relatives: N/A

⬥ Mate: Saskia
⬥ Offspring: Onyx, Juneau, Ketchikan
⬥ Adoptive Offspring: N/A

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𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂

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Yukon is known as a rather mellow and relaxed wolf (perhaps a bit too relaxed) who can often be found taking naps, if he's not out hunting. He adores his son, Onyx, and is one of the few wolves who can talk to Saskia without being snarled at, although this isn't too surprising considering he is her mate.

Yukon's puphood was spent in Alaska, where he was born into a small pack. The pack was made up of his mother, father, and three older siblings. He was the only one to survive in his litter, and was rather spoiled by his parents.

Life in Alaska was hard, but not for Yukon's pack, who had been there for generations. His fur is thicker than many other wolves, and blizzards didn't phase him. Though he was spoiled, he knew he had to work hard to keep his family alive. When his family went hunting, his mother would look for already-dead carcasses while the rest worked together.

Yukon quickly discovered his aptitude as a chaser. He was fast, even through thick snow or over rocky grounds. He was agile enough to dodge moose kicks, or leap over boulders. His father assigned him to be one of the chasers, replacing his eldest brother Livius in the role.

Unbeknownst to the close-knit family, Livius had grown jealous and hateful towards his little brother. He had to train for the role. He had to work for it. Sure he hadn't been as good as Yukon, but he was there first! Livius began to think of ways to get rid of his brother.

During a particularly desperate hunt during the winter, Yukon, Livius, and his sister Paki had to hunt alone. Their father had been wounded the day before in a hunt, and so their other sister and mother were tending to him.

As Paki led them along the trail, Livius hung in the back, filling in as the finisher. Yukon was excited. His first hunt without his father! He would prove he wasn't just lazy, but also capable, and the three of them would bring back a moose to eat.

At one point, the ledge became icy and narrow. Paki told her two brothers to be cautious, and to take their time. Livius seized the moment, and bumped into Yukon, attempting to send his brother off balance.

Yukon scrambled to keep his balance, but to no avail. Fear was the only emotion in his icy blue eyes. Livius suddenly realized the mistake he had made, and tried to help Yukon. But the ice failed the two, and they fell down the treacherous slope. The landing was rough, and the pair was certainly injured.

Yukon heard Paki's desperate cries, but was too weak to respond. Livius was out cold, and Yukon couldn't hold on to consciousness much longer either. His sister's voice slowly faded as the world went black.

He awoke, snow softly falling upon Yukon and his brother's still form. The white, powdery substance was sprinkled on his coat, and so he shook it as he rose. Yukon turned his attention to Livius, horrified. Was he dead?

"Livius?" He whispered. His ear twitched, and Yukon let out a sigh of relief.

"Yukon." He croaked, feebly rising. Livius's green eyes were filled with tears. "I'm so sorry."

He didn't understand why Livius was sorry. He had tried to save him, after all. Yukon tilted his head, confused, but smiled.

"It's okay! We'll make it through this. I'm just glad you tried to save me!"

"No, Yukon!" Livius shouted, his voice breaking. "I tried to kill you!"

For a moment, the only thing that could be heard was the wind blowing the snow. Yukon stared at his brother in disbelief, and Livius avoided his glance.

"What?" Yukon backed away.

"I... I was jealous! Everything just came so naturally to you. You didn't even have to try!" Livius shook his head. "So I was going to kill you so I could be a chaser again. But I realized that I messed up and that didn't have the heart to do it."

"It's okay... I forgive you. That's in the past." Yukon smiled sadly. "Let's just focus on surviving right now."

Livius seemed surprised that Yukon had forgiven him so quickly, but it also lifted his spirits. His tail wagged eagerly and he half-limped-half-trotted behind Yukon, who never rushed too much farther ahead.

Try as they might, the pair was lost. The next few days were bitterly cold, and the pair was weary and starving. Presently, the brothers were huddled in a cave, trying to keep warm as they curled together. Though neither of them said it aloud, they were both certain of the fact they would not find their way home anytime soon.

Livius was weaker than Yukon, and his breathing had gotten progressively worse. While Yukon had only been scraped and scratched from the fall, Livius had a limp and seemed to have a difficult time breathing. It had only gotten worse, and Yukon was worried.

The chill of the blizzard crept into the cave, and Yukon shivered. Livius seemed numb to it, however. Yukon's blood ran cold, maybe even as cold as the weather outside.

"Livius!" He whispered softly. His brother only gave a small sigh in response, and Yukon looked back out towards the blizzard. He needed to find him help.

"I'm going to save you, okay?" Yukon whispered softly. "I'm going to find an herbalist and take them back here, you just keep breathing."

Livius mentally laughed at the irony. He had tried to kill Yukon a few days before, and now Yukon was the one who would try to save him.

"S-s-tay... safe." Livius choked out. "Love... y-you."

"Love you too." Yukon nuzzled his brother reassuringly, although something inside him churned with worry. He darted into the snow. Now was when it mattered, he had to run. Every second counted when Livius was slowly dying inside a cold cavern.

Yukon wasn't sure how far he ran, but his paws were weary and numb with cold from the deep snow, which was almost up to his shoulders. The young wolf couldn't find any other packs that had been willing to help-- they either chased him off, or weren't willing to send them off with an outsider.

He noted, however, a large group of wolves. They were contained by a large chain-link fence with stoppers at the top, to prevent climbing.

"Please." Yukon begged, approaching a rather large-looking wolf at the other side of the fence. "I need your herbalist."

The wolf turned her head, looking him over. "We do not have an herbalist, whatever that might be. The humans help us."

Humans? Yukon was alarmed. They hurt wolves, using magic metal-sticks that could wound a wolf from afar. He turned to run, but ran straight into something.

Yukon tripped head-first into the snow, and the human dropped two metal pails full of meat. Her wavy orange hair sprinkled with bits of powdery snow, which covered her outfit she had bundled up with.

"Oh, you poor wolf! You seem awfully thin." She cooed softly, grabbing a piece of meat and extending it to Yukon. "Do you want something to eat?"

Tentatively, Yukon looked her over. She seemed nice enough, her warm brown eyes pleading with him to take it. Wait! Could she help him? It was worth a shot.

Yukon began spinning, barking frantically.

"What is it, little guy?" The human seemed confused, and Yukon only barked louder. Couldn't she understand? Yukon sprinted ahead, then turned back towards her, whimpering.

"You want me to follow?" She seemed uncertain, and there was a hint of worry in her eyes. Yukon yipped affirmatively, and she began slowly following him.

In these moments, Yukon came to realize just how slow humans were. Maybe it was the fact they only had two legs, or maybe it was the fact they had a hard time navigating the natural terrain.

Finally, a few hours later, they arrived back at the cave. The human stood at the entry of the cave, debating whether she should enter or not. Yukon rushed inside.

"Livius! Livius! I got help!" He spun around eagerly. But he soon realized Livius wasn't reacting, and his heart sunk.

As the human entered, her expression changed from nervous to shocked. She approached Livius's still form, and her expression changed from nervous to saddened.

"You poor baby." She whispered softly, stroking Livius's soft fur.

Yukon only cried, nuzzling his brother's still form. The human sat there, pity in her brown eyes. The wind blew softly, the only other sound besides his whimpers.

The human went to pick up Livius. No, that was his brother! Yukon let out a commanding bark, to which the human froze.

"I promise, I won't steal him." She spoke softly, and Yukon was torn as to whether to allow her to take him. "You're more than welcome to come, I'm just going to bury him."

And so he did. Yukon followed the human back to her den, where she buried him in a field of graves, presumably where other wolves had been put to rest. She gave Yukon a small hug, which he didn't fight away.

Yukon eventually spent his time at what he came to know as the refuge, and with the human who he came to know as Josephine. Josephine was always nice and gentle, and many of the other wolves seemed to love her. He wasn't the only one who had gotten lost or lost their pack, and others had been discovered injured. Here, Josephine helped these wolves, and released them back into the wild when she could.

Yukon was one of the ones she couldn't. He refused to go back, afraid he would only find the rest of his family dead. Despite her attempts to get him to go, on multiple different occasions, he refused.

Yukon's lazy personality also began to show through more. He didn't have to hunt for his food anymore, so he often napped. Since Josephine couldn't speak wolf (although she understood them in her own way) she called him "Lazy Lumi," which was snow in Finnish.

And so about a year passed, when one fateful day she had coaxed Yukon outside, smiling broadly.

"Alright Lumi!" She gestured to a large crate. "I need you to get inside. It's a surprise!"

Yukon didn't hesitate. He had been in the crates before. They took him to the human-herbalist, called a vet, where they treated wounds and illnesses. She had also used it to take other wolves. They didn't hurt, even if they didn't give you much room to run around in. But that didn't phase the lazy wolf, who curled up inside of it and slept.

He eventually awoke to the shifting of the crate, and to a flood of new smells. Yukon began to panic. Where was he? What was going on? But Josephine's face appeared and he calmed down.

"Lumi... welcome to Australia!" She opened the crate, and he looked around. He had a smaller, new run. It smelled of new wolves. But what caught his attention most was the heat. Yukon let out a small whimper.

"Don't worry buddy!" Josephine gave him a reassuring pat. "You'll be fine here. It's a special wolf reserve that will care for you nicely."

She opened the gate and left, leaving Yukon alone to ponder. He grew anxious. It had weird noises. It was warm. The cold and quiet peace that existed in the untouched parts of Alaska he had lived in was lost. So every day he began to dig behind one of the shrubs, until he was freed.

He broke into a fierce run, although nobody was chasing him. He was finally free!

Eventually, growing tired and hot, Yukon flopped down and began panting. Glancing around at his surroundings, he noticed he was in a very alien forest. The trees were huge and towering, with outstretched branches, bright green leaves, and vines hanging low. The birds were bright, and he didn't recognize many of the other creatures.

Yukon walked until a familiar scent caught his nose... wolves. His heart both soared and sunk. What if they would accept him? But they might be territorial, and kill him. Yukon pondered this again for a few moments, before following the scent.

It took him until nightfall to even trail it. All the new smell had disoriented and they kept throwing him off. While Yukon was really excited, since the smell was growing stronger, he couldn't help but feel the humidity was giving him an unquenchable thirst.

Walking over to a nearby stream, Yukon walked in deep enough to cool his paws in the water and dip his muzzle in for a drink. He didn't notice the movement, until it was almost too late.

A crocodile sprung up, lunging for his face. Yukon felt frozen in panic, but he felt himself yanked backwards and the crocodile had missed. The crocodile didn't seem too keen on chasing him on land, so he sunk back into the water, vanishing almost miraculously.

Yukon's fur was flecked with mud, his paws in particular. But what looked more wild was the wolf behind him, her gray eyes narrowed and her unkempt fur had feathers in it. Her brown cape moved with her, as she circled him.

"What were you thinking?" She snarled, then let out a huff. "To think, the first wolf I see in the forest almost gets eaten by a crocodile."

"That's what that was?" Yukon wheeled around, looking back at the water. "I just wanted to get a drink. I've never seen any of those in Alaska."

"Alaska? There's no region named Alaska in Australia." The she-wolf paused, seemingly deep in thought. "Did you come from... America? I think that's what it's called, although I've never been there."

Yukon nodded, faintly recalling Josephine having said the word before. "Yeah, it's one of fifty human territories in America. Very cold."

The brown wolf huffed once more. "Some of the pack members will love you then, lots of them came from some place called Lassen Peak in California. Personally though, I think you're kind of stupid."

Yukon didn't really mind that she had insulted him, as he found himself entranced by her agility. He would soon join her brother's hunting team, and found out that her name was Saskia. The two grew very close, and eventually became mates. Although she often teased him, she did so in a loving manner.

Eventually, the pack had been forced to flee Australia, where they boarded a boat and hoped for the best. Saskia was, secretly, frightened. She had never left her rainforest home, and Yukon could tell. He clung to her side while they were on the ship, doing his best to comfort her.

When they eventually arrived to the desert, Yukon wasn't sure whether he would rather be caught by humans or stay here. It was searingly hot, and water was hard to come by. Still, he stayed.

Saskia soon came to Yukon with great news. They would be having pups! Yukon was ecstatic, but also a bit sad, recalling his brother's death. Still, the sadness was soon banished from his mind as he nuzzled Onyx. Later, the two would have Juneau and Ketchikan, the latter taking after his father's friendly ways.

When he isn't hunting, Yukon is often napping, being coaxed into games by his pups, or racing with Saskia.


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𝓐𝓻𝓽 & 𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓸

Yukon Headshot [Made by OxenKing] ⬥ Yukon Headshot 2 [Made by BloodNightWolf]

⬥ Biomes Lived In: Rainforest, Desert