Quails'Feather

The owner never got back to me about her, 2+ weeks ago, so I am assuming ownership.

Blacklist:
Akira Okami (#71474) - seen renaming and deleting profile of other traveling wolves!

Rules:

Must NOT be kept or sold
She is to be kept a max of 3 rollovers!

You may add decor, do NOT remove decor. Write your pack name, the time she joined, and the time she left. Lore is not required although highly encouraged so I can track her! Pass her through giveaway only. If you are going inactive, pass her on!

MUST BE KEPT ALIVE

RETURN TO Khari (#55750) When she is one year old, as to become a herbalist.

LORE:

She woke up one dawn, her new wolf family had quickly learned to love her. She was the runt in her litter, cast out. When she was adopted Magpie, the current herbalist, told her the fantastic stories of allowing wolves to live their lives. She to wanted to experience a life beyond hunting and scouting. The leader, Atiena, told her that they would allow her to become a traveling wolf. To learn more than even Magpie! Soon, Quail'Feather set out on her adventure of a lifetime...

DarkVoid Pack link

Quail'Feather walked for some time before hearing a stick snap a few fox lengths behind her. She turned around seeing pretty blue eyes peering at her from a bush. Quail'Feather asked "Who are you?" As Quail'Feather said that the mysterious wolf stepped out showing her pretty white and black coat. "I'm Sorrow of the DarkVoid Pack, who might you be?" Quail'Feather staired at the leader for some time before speaking. "I'm Quail'Feather from the Falling Embers Pack, I'm a traveling wolf. And I'm also learning to be a herbalist wolf." Sorrow looked at the young pup with a welcoming gaze. "How would you like to stay here for some time, I bet my herbalist wolf would love to teach you some things." Quail'Feather accepted the invitation to join Sorrows pack for a few days before she set out again for her next adventure


Myria added raven myria added Old Railway
In the Mountains, Quail's feather met Mariner, a wolf that looked like a fox.
Mariner let her stay with him for a few days before letting her go back on her journey. He sended one of his crow to look after the little wolf during her journey.

Bastion Pack
(5/25/2022-5/28/2022)

As Quails'Feather trots through a very thick forest she sees a small clearing. In that clearing she sees three wolves chatting in a circle. Distracted she trips over a small rock, and the three wolves turn around to hear the pup squeak. The three wolves are Cranberry, Parrot, and Arcturus. The Medicine wolf, The Pack Artist, and The Pack Scribe. Cranberry carefully approaches the pup showing that she means no harm. It seems that Quails'Feather acquired a little bit of a scrape on her paw. Cranberry took her to the Isolation garden and patched her up. Hearing Quails'Feather's stories and journey, Cranberry offers the pup to stay with the pack before she heads off again. While they are at it Cranberry asks for help tending the garden. Quails'Feather and Cranberry plant a Red Oak (The Decor that I added. Red Oak Branch.)

Stars of the Sea
Joined: Saturday, May 28th
Left: May 30
Decor added: Pasadena Oak Branch
Lore:
Quails'Feather wandered through a thick forest, occasionally snuffling at the trees that smelled best. She paused after a few hours, walking towards a large tree slightly off the train she'd found. There, she marked her arrival. The sweet smell of home found her, and she closed her eyes and fell into a deep, long sleep.
* * *
Quails'Feather was dragged into consciousness to the sound of many pairs of small feet pattering around her. She opened her eyes slowly, observing a small white and blue pup tugging the tail of another, even smaller, light pink and silver pup. Sleepy and I ready to face the world—let alone two of the most annoying-looking pups in it—she tried to fall back to sleep.
Just as she managed to drift off, a loud yelp made her jerk up in surprise. She glanced around, seeing not only the two pups, but also four tall full grown wolves with fiery eyes. Quails'Feather was so overwhelmed by the amount of wolves around her, she almost missed the adolescent stalking around behind them.
Leaping to her feet, she asked who they were. They explained themselves, saying that they were always able to take on travelling wolves for short periods of time. Quails'Feather agreed to go along with them, and stayed until she was ready to leave.

Sweet Opera
Joined: 5/30/2022
Left: 6/1/2022
Decor added: Carrionflower Herb Crown

Leering Pack
Joined: 6/1/2022
Left: 6/5/2022
Decor added: White Oak Sapling
Lore:
"You've come to see our Herbalist?"
Quails'feather stood insouciantly, her nose twitching as the scents of the strange wolves wreathed about her head. "Yes, I have. If that's alright with you, of course." The leader of the hunting party-- a silvery wolf with odd, heterochronic eyes-- seemed to hesitate for a moment, pondering her response.
"Well, it's not up to me. You'll have to talk to our Alpha first-- and then Myrta will have to approve of it herself. I don't know if she's looking for an apprentice right now... I still can't believe that you know her name."
"I've been through a lot of packs. Word travels, especially when you've got a Herbalist as talented as her."
The grey wolf turned, motioning for Quails'feather to follow with a wary backwards glance. "I suppose. You said your name was Quails'feather, right?"
Quails'feather stiffened as the Leering Pack wolves closed around her into an escort, careful eyes prickling along her back. "Right. I'm a travelling Herbalist! Or-- I want to be. Someday."
"Quails'feather... That's an odd name. A good one, of course, but odd," the wolf murmured with a flippant shake of his head. "You won't see any wolves with names like that in our pack. We're all named in the Elder Tongue-- like me. My name's Maotri." Maotri's chest seemed to swell with a certain pride, finally cracking a warm smile towards the adolescent. Quails'feather returned the sentiment politely.
"Names must be important to your pack."
"Of course!" Maotri yipped. "Our names are our everything. Our birthrights, our home, our language... Sometimes even our destinies! Myrta's named after herbs, you know."
Quails'feather tilted her head. "I think I'd like to choose my own destiny."
"Of course. You're named after the quails; you have all the freedom of a bird. And I admire you for coming to meet our Herbalist." Maotri paused, his voice growing warm with a teasing sort of friendliness. "But before you choose your destiny, Myrta has to choose you."

The Sliencerz
Joined: 6/7/2022
Left: 6/8/2022
Decor added: (Looked kinda crowded so I didn't add anything)
Lore: Quails'feather trotted down a narrow path searching for any signs of wolves. Toppling over a root she fell over the small cliff and hit a blue wolf. "Oof!" After they both recovered he spoke. "My name is Iso. I am from the pack of Silence." Where do you hail from young gardener?"
"No where specific Mr. Iso. I just want to learn as much as I can about herbalism." He nodded. Inviting her into the pack to rest her paws for a day she met some of the other adols that were newly 1 year or a month younger than her. She left without much haste as this elusive pack was quiet and simple.

Aspen Ridge Pack
Joined: 6/8/2022
Left: 6/9/2022
Decor Added: I did art instead :D
Lore:
"You look like me!" Greeted one little pup of the pack, stumbling between the much lengthier limbs of the traveling adolescent. At the cusp of adulthood, Quails' Feather arrives in the dusky alcove of aspens in a secluded mountain, where the roar of a nearby waterfall and watchful eyes greet her. Her celestial spots were taken as a favor of gods, as Azurayl- the alpha- welcomed her warmly into the moonlit den. There, Quails' Feather would meet another fellow traveler, Saint- and the two bond before their respective journey onwards.

"Should your weary paws take you back home, remember us. Visit us sometime, and you shall forever and always be welcomed."