Viera

As Viera's name suggests, she is quite the happy-go-lucky wolf and gets easily excited about the smallest of things who is also notorious for getting lost in daydreams. But, ever since she heard the tales the pack elders tell, she has had this yearning to explore. To see the world beyond her pack's territory and visit other packs to see what they're like. However, despite this wanderlust Viera doubts she'll leave her home too often. She loves seeing the new puppies the pack has and would hate to miss very many litters due to her travels. Yet when she does leave, she'll make sure to bring back a trinket or memento and tell long stories about her adventures to the young ones.

Notes for me:
- Original Looks
- Design finished on February 4th, 2023! 35GC Total including cost of the Relaxed Pose from Grove.
- Give her the Relaxed Pose when she's an adult.

Traveler Things
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Lore: Love was in the air that season. Viera couldn't help but smile as she walked through the woods – seeing all the happy couples chattering and playing together. She quite enjoyed her new job working as the matchmaker's apprentice. Helping to set up dates, give advice, and gathering flowers and treats for the wolves to give out as presents to one another.

Viera always wondered if she'd ever find her own special wolf one day. But Viera had no interest in going to see the matchmaker herself. In her opinion, the most romantic kind of love was found when you weren't searching for it.

One day, while out gathering some roses, Viera noticed a strange wolf she had never seen before. The autumn-colored yearling was lying all by himself, gnawing on a bone beneath the shade of an old oak tree. Seeing the perfect chance to advertise, Viera decided to approach the stranger, and asked if he had ever heard of the matchmaker's services. To her surprise, the yearling snorted derisively.

"Yes, I'm aware," he growled. "It'd be a wonder if anyone around here hadn't. It's impossible to hear yourself think, with so many wolves running around here. Don't you all have something better to do?"

Viera was a bit taken aback by the stranger's rudeness. She had just asked a simple question! Instead of getting upset, however, Viera got angry.

"Well, it's not like you own the forest," she retorted. The stranger paused, and looked up at her with a funny expression.

"No, I suppose not," he said. The wolf returned to his bone. Was that the slightest hint of a smile?

Feeling bold, Viera laid down next to him, and scooted a bit closer. "You might not hate it if you tried it, you know," she said with a smile. "I never was really big on the whole romance thing myself, but I've been working as the matchmaker's apprentice, and it's actually kind of fun."

The wolf looked at her like she'd just asked him to swallow a caribou whole. "Sorry. But I don't do fun. What do I look like, a pup?"

Viera had to bite her tongue to hold back a laugh. She didn't want to be mean, but she just couldn't help herself. He was taking himself so seriously, but this wolf couldn't be a moon older than she was!

Seized by a dangerous impulse, Viera scooted even closer… and when the wolf wasn't looking, she snatched the bone out from between his paws. The stranger leapt to his feet, looking more confused than angry.

"All right, very funny..."

He lunged forward, but Viera danced out of his reach, dipping into a bow and tapping her paws on the ground.

"Nuh-uh. Come on, you gotta work for it."

"This is ridiculous," the stranger said. He crouched low to the ground, trying his very best to scowl.

Viera waited for him to get within a whisker-length of her, before darting away again. They chased each other back and forth for a while – Viera totally forgetting about her flower duties – before the stranger finally managed to catch up to her, and placed one paw lightly on her chest.

"Got you," he said. His yellow eyes were gleaming with triumph. Viera smiled. The yearling's expression then turned to horror – as he realized he was indeed having fun, and quickly backed away, trying to make himself look serious again.

Viera rolled to her feet, and tossed him his bone back over her shoulder with a wink. "Told you."

. . .

After that, they just… talked.

She learned that the stranger's name was Harvest Moon. They had surprisingly a lot in common. He was also a traveler, like her, and had been living on his own ever since he was an adolescent. Even as they got closer, Harvest Moon never ended up being very talkative. But he was a great listener, and Viera soon found herself opening up to him more than she had with almost any other wolf outside her own pack.

They ended up spending several moons traveling together, and even ended up having their very first litter together that winter. But as she grew closer to her due date, Viera began to feel more and more lonely. She loved Harvest dearly, and he was very attentive to her needs. But Viera couldn't help it – she missed her family. She missed her pack.

Viera hadn't even gone to visit her family in a whole moon. They must be worried about her. Besides that – how were the two of them going to raise a whole litter by themselves, in the dead of winter? She couldn't imagine a world in which she had her first litter without her family there beside her. Viera wanted her children to have other wolves to play with, and to run and grow up together in a pack, just like she had.

Viera rested her head on his paws. Harvest seemed perfectly content to remain a lone wolf his entire life. How could she ever tell him? She felt almost like she was betraying him somehow.

As though reading Viera's mind (or at least her expression), Harvest Moon turned to her.

"You want to go home," he said. He sounded a bit flatter than usual.

Viera's ears wilted. "I'm sorry."

Harvest brushed his nose against her cheek. "Don't be. Come. I'll walk you there."

. . .

As they approached the borders of their territory, Viera turned to her mate.

"You could come live with my pack, you know," she offered. "I'm sure they won't mind." Viera grinned. "I'd never let them kick out the father of my pups."

Harvest Moon was already shaking his head. "I shouldn't. I don't think I'd be welcome. I appreciate the offer, but the last thing a pack needs in winter is another mouth to feed."

Viera felt her shoulders droop. She had a feeling that would be his answer. It was a white lie, of course. The truth was – Harvest just wasn't ready to live among a pack again. Just as Viera didn't want to be a lone wolf anymore. Viera nuzzled his neck.

"You'll come visit them, won't you?"

"Of course. Howl for me anytime."

Viera smiled sadly. She brushed her tail against Harvest's shoulder one last time.

"Well then… Good luck."

"You too."

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