"Family's supposed to stick together right?" // "Yeah, I reckon I had one.." // "My family left me behind once."
Gunhild was a born southerner, her mother a line-bred collie and her father an unknown wolf that somehow gotten into the dog pen one spring day. Her place of birth was on an old farm in rural Florida, mainly known for herding sheep and the occasional cattle.
Her mother was a known herder, praised and appreciated for her hard work and skills. She was responsible for teaching her pups, any new dog their master had gotten and/or the occasional dog that needs training. Gunhild, who was trainable to an extent, didn't fit into the herding category. Her high prey drive usually led to a dead sheep or an injured heifer, and the occasional destroyed equipment. Her usual behavior was more dog-like, she was fond of kids, would play with other dogs-- albeit she can be too rough sometimes-- she seemed more dog than wolf. That was the downfall of her birth-- she was a wolf nonetheless... A wild animal born with wild instincts.
As Gunhild got older she got into the habit of escaping the dog pen only to round up in the sheep pen, and by morning either a dead lamb or an ewe* would be the rotting in their place.
* = terms
Ewe is a female sheep
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