I'm, about four I believe, give or take a week.

Defiantly a female, last time I checked.

Eyes? Well, the water doesn't give a good reflection, but I'd say deep forest green.

Um, well, as tall as this log, a I guess that how tall I am (36 inches). My weight? Have you ever learned not to ask a lady her weight! (164 pounds). My mother was an arctic wolf, and she swears father was too. My fur is good, thick, long and everything you'd want. It's pretty much snow white. My nose, as you can see, is black and well, so are my paws and claws. I keep my claws somewhat short, but still long enough to be seen. I'm very good at running, because thats mostly what I do. Making sure to stay lean, but strong, you can see the fact I have a lot of leg muscles, I like being very fast. The jaw I have is ok, strong enough to kill the rabbits that I am strong enough to kill, but, I guess my jaws are a little weak. Rabbits and, well, fawns and sometimes, sometimes a doe are overpowered by me. I normally try to throw my weight around a little and feed off the kills of others to stay strong. It seems the womb had my speed planned, because my legs are a little longer than the other wolves I've seen. My tail seems to also help me control myself, for it is a bit longer than most, but not long enough to get stepped on, of course. The ears I have are of a normal size, as is most of the rest of me. Of course, like every wolf, I have a scar. Got it from an eagle, goes from the top of my left eye to my right ear's back. Not very noticeable since fur grew over it.

Well, I'm a pretty nice wolf, I must say. A bit of ware since I'm a loner, but after all this running, I think I want to stop and stay somewhere, maybe get a mate, and a pack even. I'm pretty calm most of the time, though, I can lose my temper now and then, and even then, if they apologize quickly, I don't think I'd hurt anyone. Thinking about it, I am also pretty playful, but of course, also very strict if a little puppy messes up. Course, I go easy on them. I'm very caring to every wolf I see, and once put in my place, a little bit of a push-over, but not much. Also, I will disobey any command if it will risk others or get me killed. One more thing, I am very, very stubborn. Stubborn to leave the fight, rest, give in, die, anything you can think of, I'll be stubborn and resist.

My mother was a loner when a male wolf found her. He was crazy to have any type of children, and quickly came down upon my mother. After some, interactions, she got away. But not before she'd have a little gift to remember him by. Me. I was born in the late spring, she says. She mistook my forest green eyes for that of an amber color, I don't know how, and named me thus. For the next year, she taught me everything she knew. Going into the next year, about half the season passed before we met, the grizzly bear. One deer, two wolves, one grown grizzly bear and two cubs. Not enough food. And Teddy Bear wasn't willing to share. My mother, she was protective of the kill. She managed to scare the bear away, and almost won. But then the bear swung. I'll always remember the crack I heard come from my mother's head. Then she was still, just, so still. Scared, I admit I ran away. Using the skills mother had taught me, I caught food, and survived. Tried to get food from an eagle once, got my scar that way. After that, it was just, loneliness. For three years, I was alone. Sure I saw wolves now and then, but I was never drawn to join them. Not until now, that is. I want to make a new chapter of my life. And it starts here!

Completely open to being imprinted on.

101Asa

Mud awoke with a start. She had just been home, now where was she? It didn't smell like home, and her eyelids where too heavy, she couldn't see. A loud bang shot through the air and Mud jumped to her feet. The ground was hard, and she couldn't move to her left or right. Finding she could open her eyes, she was shocked at what she saw. She stood between two stall sides, each rotting. A rope was the stall door, and even though she saw other horses and stood easily, Mud could tell there was water below her. Horror washes through her. She, was being shipped. Calling into the hallway in front of her, she searches for an ally to free her. No horse could free her, for they were all being held captive as well. Jerking, Mud realized the ground below her was swaying, as if like a golden scale, becoming uneven on one side, and then the next. Calls above were husky and deep, and were not understandable in the slightest. Something was above her, and the hallway had a, well, slope up to the roof of it. Groaning and cracking came from that area. All the horses, different shades of black, grey, and brown, turned to see what was happening. And there was light.

Yes

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