Somerled

Somerled: Anglicized form of the Old Norse name Sumarliði meaning "summer traveller". This was the name of a 12th-century Norse-Gaelic king of Mann and the Scottish Isles.
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Owner and Home Pack: ❖ Kayla ❖#4770, Blackcreek Pack

Please return to owner at 6.5 years of age :)

The Traveling Den Thread || The Traveling Den Rules

Rules:
- Keep for a maximum of 5 rollovers (unless pregnant or nursing)
- Do not neglect, chase or sell
- Do not change his sex
- You are welcome to add markings if you so choose, but please do not remove any
- Please do not remove anything from the bio that others have written
- Feel free to breed and/or add decorations - do not remove any.
- Please send back to owner if unable to take care of him or cannot find a new host
- Please add a log to his biography - I love lore, so please do add some, the more the better.
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Somerled was a born traveller. Born in the harsh snowy mountains in the far north, he had developed a thicker than normal fur coat and kept a fur-lined cloak with him for shelter when the weather turned particularly nasty. He had moved from the far north away from his birth pack, crossing the precarious ice sheets in an attempt to see new lands and learn new things.
He eventually found the Blackcreek Pack and settled in as a temporary pack member. Morrígan had given him her blessing to travel between other packs to further his personal journey in life. She knew full well that the Viking-borne wolf would one day return to his original pack to share his stories and teach them new skills, but for now, he was content as being a traveller associated with the Blackcreek Pack.
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Pack Notes Template:

[Name + ID]:
[Pack name]:
[Pack biome]:
[Date received + left]:
[Decor added]:
[Roles given]:
[Bred yes/no]:
[Lore]:

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[Name + ID]: 𓍼𓂅ꗃ⋆ #64903
[Pack name]: Sweven
[Pack biome]: Rainforest, Deciduous Forest, Glacier
[Date received + left]: 3/12/23
[Decor added]: N/A
[Roles given]: N/A
[Bred yes/no]: No
[Lore]: N/A

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[Name + ID]: Incarnadine #25521
[Pack name]: Viskande Vindar
[Pack biome]: Glacier
[Date received + left]: 20th March 2023 - 27th March 2023
[Decor added]:
[Roles given]: Pupsitter
[Bred yes/no]: no
[Lore]: Somerled is intrigued by the glaciers, where the sting of winter reminded him of the northern snowy mountains. But these are not solid, sturdy mountains, and he can hear the shifting and churning and whispering ice beneath him. The Viskande Vindar hunters find him soon after he stepped foot onto the glaciers, dragging a caribou calf behind them.

"How did you find me?" he asks. "The snow is covering my tracks, and I am downwind of you."

A chaser huffs, flanking him from the side. "You walk very loudly, and the echoes of it travelled to us through the ice. Come with us - you may be warm with that cloak, but Frozen Sun said K'vaer will send a blizzard."

"K'vaer?" Somerled can see the movements of other wolves ahead just behind a row of trees on the edge of the glacier, quiet and sure-footed.

The chaser stops, the other hunters bristling. He can tell it isn't at him. She looks at Somerled carefully. "K'vaer won't come while you're here, do not be frightened." He isn't, but clearly they are. "They are our deity. It doesn't matter - I'm Keening! How will we call you?"

"I am Somerled," he says, and smiles.

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[Name + ID]: BloodNightWolf #19807
[Pack name]: BloodNight Pack
[Pack biome]: Mountains
[Date received + left]: 03-27-2023 to
[Decor added]: Abandoned Den
[Roles given]: n/a
[Bred yes/no]: no
[Lore]: As Somerled entered the tall mountains, he looked down to see a strange pack territory. The camp of the pack was right in the middle of two rushing rivers. He slowly climbed down towards the territory, his cloak flowing behind him from the winds.

When he got to the near edge of the pack's territory, he was stopped by a large built female, peach colored with deep blue eyes. She wore some sort of body jewelry, dark with pearls adorned in it. She growled, asking who he was, Somerled, meaning no harm, spoke his name and asked if he could stay at this pack for some rest. The large female, named Peach, said she would take him to their alpha. Peach spoke of how she was the general of her pack's gaurd.

They enter the camp and went to the alpha's den, Somerled seeing a large mutated male. The male was skarn in color, with dark and blue spots on his sides, but what made him more fascinating was of what the male had. The male had large antlers and a pair of magnificent brown spotted wings, along with a thick mane around his neck. The mutated male introduced himself as Orion, alpha of the BloodNight Pack.

Somerled was allowed to stay, over the couple months, he spent time with the pack and told stories of his travels, it wasn't meant to last though. It was his second month there, when suddenly one of the pack's proud members, was found dead. It was not a natural death, the body had claw and bite marks on their neck and belly, but what was more unatural, was a large wound going into their skull. The pack, confused, as they never seen a wound like that before, but then looked at Somerled. But, Somerled would never kill as a guest at a pack, but clearly this pack have never seen weapons before, and Somerled had a axe.

The pack was outraged and ran out Somerled, they were scared, confused, and in rage. It was okay for them to, but he was confused, if he didn't kill that wolf, then who did. As he left the territory, he saw a wolf made of shadows with bright red eyes, it shot a toothy grin at him.

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[Name + ID]: Tasha #40012
[Pack name]: https://www.wolvden.com/den/40012
[Pack biome]: Riparian Woodland
[Date received + left]: April 17th-27th
[Decor added]: None
[Roles given]: None
[Bred yes/no]: No
[Lore]:
Somerled arrived in Moonlight River Pack wearily, paws weighed down by moons of travel. Finally, he was welcomed into the pack, and they were glad to let him rest. He chatted with other travelers, tired pupsitters, and very excited pups. Every so often he would glimpse the river, mentioned in all the packs stories, and it seemed to sparkle. It was just thawing as winter ended, and it was swelling with rain. In the night, it was still, and the moon and stars reflected perfectly in it. Somerled felt transfixed by the view, and could not bring his eyes away for a long time, when he finally did, a shadow remained in the river, his reflection staying behind when he left.

[Name + ID]: Silvyr #71646
[Pack name]: Penumbran Pack
[Pack biome]: Deciduous Forest
[Date received + left]: April 27th - May 2nd
[Decor added]: N/A
[Roles given]: Pupsitter
[Bred yes/no]: No
[Lore]: Somerled could tell that his bones were starting to ache, and his soul was starting to yearn for his home. However, he wanted to enjoy these last few adventures in any way he could. After a bit of wandering, he came across a lovely pack in the forest with a lot of pups; the leader of this pack, a lady named Pluto, introduced it as the Penumbran Pack, and Somerled took to their pups quite warmly. He loved watching them all play, remembering when he was that young and energetic. Soon enough, however, he had to go on his way again, so he said goodbye to the pups and their moms and headed along once more.

Name + ID]: Unknownmouse #71990
[Pack name]: Alaskan Wanderers
[Pack biome]: Diciduous Forest
[Date received + left]: 5-2/
[Decor added]: Scarce leafs
[Roles given]: Chaser
[Bred yes/no]: no
[Lore]: no