Orchid

The flower symbolism associated with the orchid is love, beauty, refinement, many children, thoughtfulness and mature charm.

Orchid was found as a young pup in the Coniferous Forest under the care of a flock of birds. Nobody quite understood why those birds liked him so much, but they didn't really care that much, considering that the pup was safe and healthy. The pack took him in and Orchid soon met Hyacinth. They soon became close friends, with the older one becoming somewhat of a brother figure to the other. The two wolves bonded over their shared pasts, with both being from a different pack, or in Orchid's case, flock.

One day, when Orchid was around 9 moons, his shoulder blades began to ache. After being urged to by Hyacinth, he went to the herbalist, Sweet Briar. She told him that there wasn't anything visibly wrong. Maybe he was just sore from intense training or something of the like. Sweet Briar suggested he rest for a day or two. Orchid agreed and left.

Despite laying down and doing nothing for several days, his shoulders continued to hurt. The pain had increased as well to the point it hurt to move sometimes. He managed to walk back to Sweet Briar, who was surprised that he was still in pain. She asked him if he had rested as he'd promised, and Orchid confirmed it. She didn't know what was going on so she suggested he just rest until it went away. The younger hesitantly nodded and went to talk to Hyacinth.

Hyacinth was quite worried. Understandably so. After all, his brother was in pain and he couldn't help him. Hyacinth urged him to rest and told him he'd sleep by his side to help him with anything he needed. Orchid was a little surprised that he'd offered his help, seeing as usually, the older would prioritize his duty to the pack.

A week later, when Orchid decided to retire for the night. His shoulders felt like they were burning. He tossed and turned for most of the night before he heard something that sounded like skin ripping and felt something warm drip down his back. Slowly, Orchid turned his head to look behind him. He blinked. Then blinked again. And a third time. Disbelief was written all over his face. There were two wings behind him. From where? Why? He certainly didn't remember those being there before. Oh. The liquid was blood and the wings were the reason his shoulders were in pain. At least the mystery was solved! That was a bonus.

Hyacinth returned from his hunt a short while after this. He waved hello and started walking to sit beside Orchid before stopping and turning his head almost comically, eyes wide. He whisper-shouted about the wings on the younger's back, to which the other just laughed. Hyacinth encouraged Orchid to talk to Sweet Briar and Heliotrope, to which he obliged, deciding to do that around mid-day when the camp would be the least populated.

The trio of wolves sat together in the herbalist's den. After Heliotrope inquired what the meeting was about, Orchid spread his wings, which had been previously half-hidden in his fur, with a rather worried expression on his face. Sweet Briar looked absolutely delighted with this new development while Heliotrope regarded him with an unreadable expression. Then she nodded to herself and gave him a reassuring smile.

When Orchid turned one year old, the age of an adult, Heliotrope asked him if he'd be willing to be the pack's breeding male. He replied that he'd think about it. A while later, Orchid returned with the answer. He'd be willing to as long as it wouldn't impact his reputation in the pack and with other packs. Heliotrope told him it wouldn't and from that day, Orchid was the breeding male.