Post by Taxx on Mar 28, 2018 17:52:16 GMT -8
Lakir
Male he/him
Arctic Wolf
Two Years
history
Lakir's story had quite the rocky start. His parents, Talla and Valkin, were on their own after their oldest and only daughter left them; Talla was expecting, and Valkin was anticipating yet another difficult struggle to find enough food to keep him, his mate, and the unborn pups alive.
Three were born- two males and a female. Valkin did his best, but hunting on his own was difficult, and one of the males succumbed quickly. Talla simply wasn't producing enough milk for the three, let alone eating enough herself, and they were too young for her to leave them to help Valkin hunt.
Then a stranger happened upon the the family- a male, young and recently dispersed from his birth pack. He stayed on, and the added help made hunting a touch easier. The adults rarely were full, but the two remaining pups thrived, and the occasional find of a dead herd animal- often killed by a bear- was something not passed up.
Lakir and Vakila grew, gained their legs, and began to engage in daily play. With the new male to help, Talla could remain behind to keep an eye on the pups, content that things might be looking up.
But the day the stranger returned from a hunt with news of Valkin's death made the hope of a future turn black. Blindly- foolishly, the she-wolf ran to find her mate, hoping that he might still be alive- somehow. The crows and ravens feeding on him, however, told their own story. And when she returned to the den, the horror only intensified.
The male was gone, and both Lakir and Vakila lay limp outside the den. The she-pup's eyes stared blankly, her ribs still with the lack of breath- but Lakir's life remained.
There was only one thing Talla could do to save the life of her pup, and she carried him back to the pack she and Valkin had left. She threw herself on their mercy, begged help, and swayed the alpha pair into allowing Lakir to stay. Only Lakir. Talla herself would have to find her place elsewhere.
Gradually, the pup recovered. A scar over his left eye served as a mute reminder of the fangs that had tried to kill him, and the eye itself had lost sight. Nightmares of the death of his sister also plagued him for some time, her shrill cries and his own inability to help her before the male turned on him.
These faded as time passed, and Lakir integrated easily enough into the pack structure. He learned along with those of his age to hunt, the respect that the older members deserved, and the simple joys of being part of a pack.
Still- a restlessness urge began in him when he reached his first year, and he began to wonder what waited on the horizon- what life he could find outside the pack. He told no one, unsure if anyone would understand; one morning he simply left, seeking whatever adventures awaited him past the boundaries of the pack's lands.
Three were born- two males and a female. Valkin did his best, but hunting on his own was difficult, and one of the males succumbed quickly. Talla simply wasn't producing enough milk for the three, let alone eating enough herself, and they were too young for her to leave them to help Valkin hunt.
Then a stranger happened upon the the family- a male, young and recently dispersed from his birth pack. He stayed on, and the added help made hunting a touch easier. The adults rarely were full, but the two remaining pups thrived, and the occasional find of a dead herd animal- often killed by a bear- was something not passed up.
Lakir and Vakila grew, gained their legs, and began to engage in daily play. With the new male to help, Talla could remain behind to keep an eye on the pups, content that things might be looking up.
But the day the stranger returned from a hunt with news of Valkin's death made the hope of a future turn black. Blindly- foolishly, the she-wolf ran to find her mate, hoping that he might still be alive- somehow. The crows and ravens feeding on him, however, told their own story. And when she returned to the den, the horror only intensified.
The male was gone, and both Lakir and Vakila lay limp outside the den. The she-pup's eyes stared blankly, her ribs still with the lack of breath- but Lakir's life remained.
There was only one thing Talla could do to save the life of her pup, and she carried him back to the pack she and Valkin had left. She threw herself on their mercy, begged help, and swayed the alpha pair into allowing Lakir to stay. Only Lakir. Talla herself would have to find her place elsewhere.
Gradually, the pup recovered. A scar over his left eye served as a mute reminder of the fangs that had tried to kill him, and the eye itself had lost sight. Nightmares of the death of his sister also plagued him for some time, her shrill cries and his own inability to help her before the male turned on him.
These faded as time passed, and Lakir integrated easily enough into the pack structure. He learned along with those of his age to hunt, the respect that the older members deserved, and the simple joys of being part of a pack.
Still- a restlessness urge began in him when he reached his first year, and he began to wonder what waited on the horizon- what life he could find outside the pack. He told no one, unsure if anyone would understand; one morning he simply left, seeking whatever adventures awaited him past the boundaries of the pack's lands.
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