ID #12532800
This wolf is currently on a breeding cool down. She will be able to fall pregnant again in 7 rollovers!
This wolf is actively pupsitting - her energy regeneration is paused.
This wolf is actively pupsitting - her energy regeneration is paused.
| Currents | |
|---|---|
| Age | 1 year 8½ months (Adult) |
| Sex | Female |
| Energy |
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| Mood |
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| Hunger |
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| HP |
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| Personality | Dedicated |
| Breeding Information | |
|---|---|
| Age in Rollovers | 41 |
| Pups Bred | 2 pups bred |
| Last Bred | 2025-04-27 11:48:11 |
| Fertility | Low |
| Heat Cycle | On Cooldown |
| Items Applied | None! |
| Pair Bond | |
| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Grulla (0.25%) |
| Base Genetics | Cool Medium III |
| Eyes | Blue |
| Skin | Black |
| Nose | Black |
| Claws | Black |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | None |
| Carrier Status | Unknown |
| Variant | Default |
| Markings
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|---|---|
| Slot 1 | None |
| Slot 2 | Antumbra Shimmer (29% : T3) |
| Slot 3 | Losna Aurora (56% : T3) |
| Slot 4 | None |
| Slot 5 | Akhlut Pulse (86% : T3) |
| Slot 6 | None |
| Slot 7 | Black Shadow (44% : T3) |
| Slot 8 | None |
| Slot 9 | White Inuit Unders (46% : T7) |
| Slot 10 | None |
Biography
Wardrobe Link
The wind howled across the cliffs, biting and fierce.
Valkyrie stood near the edge, silver fur rippling with each gust. She'd left camp after another spat with Icarus—something about her not showing him enough respect, or him giving orders like he was already king. She hadn't bothered listening. His arrogance grated on her nerves like claws on stone.
She'd wandered farther than she meant to, chasing silence and space. Snow crunched beneath her paws, then didn't.
There was a subtle crack. Then the world gave out beneath her.
"No—!" she gasped, her hind legs scrambling for grip, claws scraping against stone and ice. She slipped, half of her body hanging over the cliff, the white void below yawning wide.
Before she could fall, a weight slammed into her side.
"Hold on!" a voice barked.
Icarus.
His teeth locked onto her scruff, his body braced in the snow. Frost clung to his golden coat, his eyes locked on hers—sharp, furious, and terrified.
"You're insane," he growled around her fur, muscles taut as he hauled her back. "Why would you even come out here alone?"
"Let go!" Valkyrie snapped, flailing. Her pride stung more than the cold. "I don't need your help!"
"You're about to die, Valkyrie!" he shouted. "So shut up and stop squirming!"
The cliff edge cracked beneath his hind legs. For a split second, they both teetered—weightless, breath held, time frozen.
Then he yanked backward with a desperate heave, and they crashed into the snow together, safely away from the ledge.
They lay tangled and panting, limbs shaking with adrenaline. The only sound was the wind and their ragged breaths.
Valkyrie pushed herself up first, legs unsteady.
"You didn't have to save me," she muttered, brushing snow from her fur.
Icarus turned his head toward her. "Yes, I did."
She looked at him, really looked. His chest heaved, not from the cold but from fear. There was no smugness in his expression. Just something raw. Something real.
"Why?" she asked. "You hate me."
He didn't answer right away. The silence stretched.
"I don't hate you," he said at last. "You make me feel like I have something to prove. Maybe I do. But that doesn't mean I'd let you fall."
Valkyrie blinked, caught off guard by the honesty.
"You're a pain in my tail," she said softly. Then, after a breath, she let out a small laugh. "But I guess you're not completely useless."
A smirk tugged at his mouth. "Careful, Val. That almost sounded like gratitude."
"Don't push it."
She stood, brushing herself off. He moved to her side—closer than necessary, but she didn't pull away.
They didn't speak about it again. They didn't need to.
Something between them had shifted. Quiet and unspoken, but there all the same.
And though they'd go back to snapping and snarling at each other the next day, something had been carved into the ice beneath their paws: a promise.
He would catch her if she fell.
And she, though she'd never admit it, would do the same for him.
The wind howled across the cliffs, biting and fierce.
Valkyrie stood near the edge, silver fur rippling with each gust. She'd left camp after another spat with Icarus—something about her not showing him enough respect, or him giving orders like he was already king. She hadn't bothered listening. His arrogance grated on her nerves like claws on stone.
She'd wandered farther than she meant to, chasing silence and space. Snow crunched beneath her paws, then didn't.
There was a subtle crack. Then the world gave out beneath her.
"No—!" she gasped, her hind legs scrambling for grip, claws scraping against stone and ice. She slipped, half of her body hanging over the cliff, the white void below yawning wide.
Before she could fall, a weight slammed into her side.
"Hold on!" a voice barked.
Icarus.
His teeth locked onto her scruff, his body braced in the snow. Frost clung to his golden coat, his eyes locked on hers—sharp, furious, and terrified.
"You're insane," he growled around her fur, muscles taut as he hauled her back. "Why would you even come out here alone?"
"Let go!" Valkyrie snapped, flailing. Her pride stung more than the cold. "I don't need your help!"
"You're about to die, Valkyrie!" he shouted. "So shut up and stop squirming!"
The cliff edge cracked beneath his hind legs. For a split second, they both teetered—weightless, breath held, time frozen.
Then he yanked backward with a desperate heave, and they crashed into the snow together, safely away from the ledge.
They lay tangled and panting, limbs shaking with adrenaline. The only sound was the wind and their ragged breaths.
Valkyrie pushed herself up first, legs unsteady.
"You didn't have to save me," she muttered, brushing snow from her fur.
Icarus turned his head toward her. "Yes, I did."
She looked at him, really looked. His chest heaved, not from the cold but from fear. There was no smugness in his expression. Just something raw. Something real.
"Why?" she asked. "You hate me."
He didn't answer right away. The silence stretched.
"I don't hate you," he said at last. "You make me feel like I have something to prove. Maybe I do. But that doesn't mean I'd let you fall."
Valkyrie blinked, caught off guard by the honesty.
"You're a pain in my tail," she said softly. Then, after a breath, she let out a small laugh. "But I guess you're not completely useless."
A smirk tugged at his mouth. "Careful, Val. That almost sounded like gratitude."
"Don't push it."
She stood, brushing herself off. He moved to her side—closer than necessary, but she didn't pull away.
They didn't speak about it again. They didn't need to.
Something between them had shifted. Quiet and unspoken, but there all the same.
And though they'd go back to snapping and snarling at each other the next day, something had been carved into the ice beneath their paws: a promise.
He would catch her if she fell.
And she, though she'd never admit it, would do the same for him.
| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| 52 | 42 | 51 |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| 41 | 44 | 230 |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon |  Full Moon |
| Season |  Autumn |
| Biome | Tundra |
| Decorations and Background |
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Background
Winter Canaan Valley3 uses left
Decorations
Above
Forget Me Not Bracelets4 uses left
Forget Me Not Anklets2 uses left
Forget Me Not Earrings4 uses left
Below
None equipped!
Currently
Pupsitter
Pupsitter | Proficiency | |
|---|---|
| Hunting: Stalking | |
| Hunting: Chasing | |
| Hunting: Finishing | |
| Scouting | |
| Herbalism | |
| Pupsitting | |
| Statistic | Count |
|---|---|
| Total Number of Scouts | 0 |
| Total Number of Hunts | 0 |
| Successful Hunts | 0 |
| Total Number of Lessons Taught | 0 |
In current pack for 17 rollovers
Wolf created on 2025-03-26 03:20:10