Quiet Dove

🕊️ Quiet Dove - NBW Kin stud, 10M w/ 8 rare and event markings, 500+ stats 💚 400 or 1 https://www.wolvden.com/breed/4953492

Dove was a dispersal male found sitting calmly at the border of Mossy Hollow territory, waiting for a member of the pack to find him. He had picked up the scents of many wolves, including young females, and after observing for a while decided to try his luck with introducing himself. Rhyolite happened to be the one to notice him first, and the two got along very quickly, with Rhyolite soon bringing Lion and Lark to meet him. Dove was allowed into the pack for a trial period, in which he proved himself to be a determined and capable wolf, he got along well with the others and it didn't take long before he received a formal invitation from Lion, which he accepted without hesitation.
He came to the pack with the name Dove, but Lion gave him the prefix Quiet after he was officially brought into the pack, to reflect his gentle nature.

Rhyolite took him under his proverbial wing, he was an old and experienced wolf and had much he could teach Dove, he soon had him joining in with scouting missions. Dove proved himself valuable, managing to stay focused and pick up on details that Rhyolite would miss, and when the two would come back to camp the other wolves would gravitate towards them. Rhyolite was bold and big, he had a presence, always talking up his adventures, Dove was much more reserved, however he would often end up with a small crowd to hear him talk. Rhyolite liked to tease Dove, many of the female wolves were clearly fond of him, often offering to share food with him or finding excuses to sit near him. Dove wouldn't admit it, but he enjoyed the attention.

Shortly after Dove joined the pack, strange events began occurring, weather like none of the wolves had ever seen before, earthquakes, sickness in wolves and in prey. Lion and Lark were already old wolves, they had been leading the pack for a very long time. Lion died saving another wolf soon after these catastrophes started, and Lark suddenly became very frail after losing him. Dove was quiet, but he quickly proved his confidence and leadership skills, leading patrols and hunting parties, going out himself to gather herbs for sick wolves, in his free moments he would check on Lark, and his pack mates, and play with the pups, always making sure everyone was taken care of. Lark was trying her best to support the pack but she didn't have the capability anymore, she couldn't keep up, and Dove smoothly found himself taking on responsibility after responsibility.

When Lark died soon after Lion, leadership was to be decided between their two daughters, Lichen and Sulfur, Lichen was the older of the two, but Sulfur better knew the pack and was able to step into leadership with confidence. Dove asked her on a walk a night soon after, and she asked him to be her mate. He agreed, she was a beautiful young wolf and a good leader, and she offered for them to lead together as her parents had done.
They had pups, one came out green, Dove was worried about it but Sulfur reminded him her mother had a green pelt too. His worries came back when her fur started changing too, and she grew incredible fangs, far beyond their normal sharp teeth.

Things were desperate in the pack, they had lost multiple wolves to the disasters, both through death and through wolves leaving to search for safer land, food was scarce as prey was dying off too. Dove was sitting quietly one night with Sulfur and their pups, he could see his family's ribs through their pelts, they were too thin, he couldn't keep watching them wither away.
That night, he quietly slipped away, he went for a walk to think and while overlooking a fire burning through out a nearby forest, with animals fleeing it, he came up with a wild plan. He spent the whole night working it through in his mind, and ultimately decided he couldn't rope any other wolves in to it, in case it went horribly wrong.

He returned to his mate, spent the morning with her and their pups, grooming her and playing with them, he told her he was going out scouting by himself and for her to look after the pack while he was away.
The fire was still burning, smoldering, he picked up a stick in his mouth and stuck the far end of it into some embers. It took a few tries before he could get it to catch, and the first time it did, the heat surprised him and he dropped the stick, losing the flames. Then he got a larger stick to catch, one that felt safer to carry, and he started walking towards a different patch of forest with it. The wind blew it out.
It took Dove a while of thinking and trialing things, but eventually he figured out something that seemed to work, taking his flaming branch to a pile of kindling, lighting that, and then moving on to another. It meant if the wind blew out his flames, he could just relight it at one of his small fires set up along the way. It took all day before he got to the edge of the forest he was aiming for, the sun was going down and it would have been cold, if not for the fires. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, he noticed he was shaking, he glanced at his own body, his visible bones, he had gone without eating that morning, giving his share to Sulfur, and he was exhausted, his muzzle had burns on it and he was covered in ash. Then he placed his flaming branch into a bush and it immediately caught, making him jump backwards. He sat down and silently watched the flames spread, first the bush, then wicking along the debris on the forest floor, up the bark of the trees...
He started to worry that his idea hadn't worked, the fire was spreading, but nothing else. Then out the corner of his eye he saw a rabbit fleeing, he leapt into action, chasing it down and quickly killing it, he hesitated before deciding to just eat it there and then. Soon after, a fox ran out, not worth chasing, but then another rabbit, and a squirrel, and after a few hours, a small herd of deer. He was ecstatic, the idea worked! They would have food!
After catching as much prey as he could, he went back to camp and got a small patrol, they were shocked when they first saw him, he didn't realize how rough he looked, his fur was mostly black and he smelled strongly of smoke, but they went with him and they hunted together, managing to bring back a huge haul of food.

A couple days after, he finally had the chance to clean himself off. He had been so focused on hunting, taking advantage of the bounty that his fire had created, and Sulfur had been distributing the food to the pack, making sure they all had full bellies, so he had spent a few days sleeping away from his mate as he was still coated in ash. He splashed into a small stream, shivering at the cold before relaxing into it, it was soothing. When he looked down at his paws, they didn't look right, even as he scrubbed at them, they were green. Like Sulfur, like their son, his fur had changed.

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