Shimo ev Ōritsu

My name is Shimo ev Ōritsu,

Son of lady Scout and sir Yuma. My father is supposedly a pack leader in a foreign land; my mother was a lone-living wolf before becoming a part of the ev Ōritsu pack. At that time, it consisted merely of a pair of wolves looking to make a name for themselves and my mother as a stranger. She was most hardworking and wise; under her protective wings, countless great young wolves found their place, and through her devotion to the pack, it has gained all that it is. For her merits, she was granted the only exception regarding the pack law, ensuring me a safe place to live, despite bearing the blood of another lineage.

I was born the first puppy of the newly formed pack, adored by both the alpha and lady huntmistress, myself carrying the given pack name they had given me, not out of blood, but out of respect towards my heritage. I felt son twice, once to my mother and once to my pack. During my life, I proudly served for years in the same way my mother did before me. I have traveled into every corner of these lands and mapped them. I have seen waters of ice, great fields of flowers, and sandy deserts. I have made it through terrible cataclysms in my scout years and lived to tell the tale.

With the coming of the next royal generation from the blood of the Ōritsu alphas, along with my mother's passing, I felt my place in the heart of the pack to be fading. I do not belong to this place like I once did, or perhaps that was always an illusion.

I set my foot out once more on a journey to travel across packs and tell my stories to elders and little puppies alike, teach them what I know and aquaintance.

Shimo ev Ōritsu is a retired very proficient scout with semi-high stats. He is looking to travel and contact different packs on his account. He will take on any roles you might assign him, but he will be especially glad if you use him as a mentor for puppy lessons

You might pairbond him if you want, for breeding purposes. Just because he is getting old does not mean he can not mingle or even have puppies. Building onto his bio is allowed and optional, do so below. You may add decors to him if you wish.

Shimo trudged through the cold snow. Ice stung his pelt. As he crawled around, he hoped he would not get frostbite. Shimo felt more snowflakes on him as he looked around for a cave as refuge. His ears rustled, he strained his nose... there! He had pinpointed a cave only half a mile away. If he pushed, he could make it. Shimo inserted a paw into the snow and felt a familiar rush of cold up his spine. It wasn't pleasant.
He lifted his head and spotted a fox. It was large and had black circles around its eyes, like a panda. They had dark eyes and black spots all over their fur. Instantly Shimo's hackles rose. This was a predator, obviously fighting him because he was weak.
But the fox did not return the movement. Instead they looked puzzled. "Are you okay? Do you need somewhere to stay?"
Shimo ev Ōritsu did not agree. He was vulnerable. Shimo opened his mouth to say no, but sleep creeped up on him.
Shimo ev Ōritsu blinked sleepily. Where was he? He lifted his head and calmly turned his head around. A few orange blurs were positioned throughout the den. Another blink and he realized that they were foxes. Some wolves were walking with the foxes, too. Shimo strained to pull himself up but felt a fox pushing him back down, gently yet firmly. "No," the fox said, smelling distinctly of herbs and medicines. "You need to rest. You've developed hypothermia, so you need to rest."
Shimo felt numb so he obliged grudgingly. As the fox turned, Shimo noticed a blue jay feather had fallen, and he tucked it in his ear for safe-keeping.

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It was summer, Shimo trekked on through the mountains he decided to explore. The hot rock on his pads with the burning of the sun on his pelt made him more and more tired. "Oi! Who are you?" Shimo turned around to see the one who'd adressed him. A melanistic she-wolf, young and keen to prove herself, he guessed. "I apologize if I entered your pack's territory." The she-wolf still look quite wary. "I am Shimo ev Ōritsu, and I have no intention on challenging you, your pack nor your alpha, if you're already not it." After explaining his purpose, the she-wolf, although still tense, introduced herself. "I am Midnight Call. I suppose you'd like to see my alpha."
That pack seemed fine, nothing outstanding, really. They all had their own stories, and a surprising amount of the wolves there came from outside the pack. Stormgaze was their alpha's names, a reliable young wolf ,from Shimo's point of view at least. The alpha had let him personally mentor one of their young ones during his stay.
"Here, take this for your journey ahead, you might find it useful to carry stuff around." Stormgaze addressed Shimo while pushing a little bag the traveler's way. "Take care, and farewell. We have learned a lot from you."

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Shimo ev Oritsu eventually moved on, he had a travelling partner in Kiera. The two of them left, hungry searching for food... They travelled to the swamp where they met a pack that resided there, willing to help the travelling wolves who passed through. The two of them ate a good meal, starving after their time without food and gave their thanks to Vi, the packs Alpha. While there, Shimo decided to spend some time helping the local scouts. He'd had a lot of experience after all and found a deep kinship in the older scout, Zariel. They had many adventures over the week that he resided in Airn Aizle, recovering his strength, but some of them didn't come without their mishaps. When he was ready to finally move on, he found it difficult to say goodbye to Zariel, but the thrill of exploration eventually won out.