F ❦ Doubs [x2 carrier]

The Journey



Person 1: The Journey Begins
This male has entered this pack from a trade. Back in the day, he was desirable among the pack. He produced many pups until one of his own surpassed him. He was left to pick sticks and flowers and heal the rest of the ill. He still had respect within the pack, but he was yearning for more. The Patriarch looked at Doubs who raised him like his own son. Patriarch searched for fitting temporary homes for his oldie. After exchanging a word with the next leader, he gave an approving nod to Doubs. "May you see as much of the world as you can, then come share it with us."
"cue song: Viva La Vida - Coldplay"


Original Info
Starting stats with 363
Levl 8 - 500+
(Should be lvl 16 = 700)
(Should be lvl 20MAX = 854)
Original owner Long Time Owner




Silver Moon #33262
Pack of the Storm
Lunar Butterflies
Doubs came across his first pack feeling very excited. This was definitely something new to him, especially after spending so much time with regular pack duties. However, as he stepped closer to the foreign territory, a strange, eerie feeling began seeping into his mind. He dismissed it as just nerves. It was his first hosting pack after all, of course it would feel a little strange! Yet, the closer he came to the territory, the more off it felt. The shadows were a bit too dark, the foliage was a bit too sparse, and the birdsong was just a bit too quiet. Just as he was about to turn back, a brown she-wolf stepped out of the shadows, introducing herself as Wither.

She explained that she was the alpha of a nearby pack, and if he was a traveller then she would be glad to host him. Feeling relieved that he wasn't alone anymore, Doubs followed her into the depths of the territory. As he went farther, however, his mind was getting foggier and foggier, subtly but steadily.

The pack's camp was wonderful. Bright sunlight shown into the lush, overgrown yet very kept clearing. He was given a nest in the most perfect spot, with enough sunlight and shade, as well as a small guard from stray wind. He spent his day socializing with the pack members, and playing with the puppies. When the sun had set and Doubs was laying in his nest and getting ready to sleep, he looked up and noticed how beautiful the night sky was. The stars looked so close that he could touch them. He rolled onto his back and reached up with one forepaw, straining, just to touch the closest little star. After a few heartbeats he quickly brought his paw down, realizing how silly he must've looked. And with a quick shake of his head, Doubs closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and the thought of being a traveller seemed long forgotten. He had a litter of puppies with the herbalist, and was even considering becoming a mentor. Yet something kept nagging at the back of his head. As if this wasn't right, and he was forgetting something. Doubs tried everything to silence the voice, yet it just wouldn't go away. It wasn't until he overheard a conversation between the pack leader and the scouts about a stray traveller near the edge of their border when he remembered everything. It was as if the fog had cleared.

Knowing he needed to be as discreet as possible, Doubs carefully snuck to the very edge of camp, before quickly sprinting into the depths of the forest, where he hoped the edge of the territory would be. It wasn't too long before he heard angry barks and growls behind him, approaching terrifyingly quickly. He pressed on, yet it was clear that he could not outrun them. Exhaustion seeped into his muscles, and his vision started to get darker and darker..

Doubs woke up with a start. He was all alone in the tundra, with a thin layer of frost on his pelt. In his paws was a very strange pebble, glowing an eerie, sickly green. He quickly got up and tossed it away from him. The grass that he had been laying on was slightly matted, suggesting that he had only lay there for one night, yet he could feel as if he's aged almost a year. His fur stood on end as he high-tailed out of the cursed place, wanting to desperately get as far away from it as possible.