Wild Animal Howling

"We pay homage to Volukross much differently in the old pack," Wild says distantly, observing the cacophony of song and dance. "I believe in the Old Magic too, though... the sight has always failed me -” a note of pain enters his voice. “But Weasel.” His eyes waver, and his brow furrows uncertainly. “I don't know how I feel about your pack patron yet."



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When Flight of Startled Raven lost her second litter to the flood, she and Screech of Wounded Owl were devastated. With only an empty nest and the tragic aftermath of the receding floodwaters to come back to, the home had felt empty - a husk what life it had once contained within it. So it came that the leader of the Pack of Fallen Leaves began seeking out others who’d fled neglect and also lost everything - many of them victims of the flood themselves. The Lead Wolf took them in, adopting pups and seeking them out more generously than ever before, and brought them into Volukross’ fold.

This was how the pup later known as Wild Animal Howling would enter the pack, adopted as a survivor of tragedy and raised from a very young age in the ways of their pack's patron. When asked of his home pack, all he can recall is fields of long grass, the scent of dried flowers in his nesting bed and the face of his mother as the river swept him away from family and home. He would never forget that look.


(( Continued on his full profile! ))