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~Wolf roleplay~ Untold Future

The sound of howling had caused Tarkutt to raise his ears and partially forget the previous events. Everything seemed to be going wrong. First it had become apparent that Rose's bite was worse than it had appeared. Then Artemis had returned, and it was clear now that he would need to act fast. Although he was concerned for the others, her wounds were the top priority to treat.
He snatched all of his herbs from the snow and carried them at a swift trot to the edge of the clearing where she lay; the prospect moving her rang alarm bells in his head. Very gently with his paw, he shifted the wolf onto her side, deciding to treat the lacerations on her flanks first. He pressed oak leaves and horsetail to the wounds, taking care of the more severe ones first, and dutifully began licking the blood off of her. The panic in him had vanished by now, replaced with total focus. He took her pulse with a paw against her throat and glanced toward Bane and Rose, hoping for some authority or control.
"Need to clot the blood," he muttered to himself. "Herbs aren't fast enough...need to close some wounds." He paced as he spoke, tore some narrow thorns from a bare bush. It was doubtlessly going to hurt Artemis, but better to do it while she was asleep. Sticking his tongue between his teeth in concentration, he used his paws to hold the first wound shut, then stitched the wound with the small thorns. Every once in a while he stopped to check her breathing and heart.
"We might need something to drag her on," Tarkutt said, half to the wolves nearby and half to himself. "I don't want to risk her moving and opening her wounds. Things are going to be slow." He spoke at the same time he was cleaning and treating the less serious scratches, taking his time. He sighed before saying one last thing. "Hopefully she hasn't lost more blood than she can afford to."

~Wolf roleplay~ Untold Future

Pack Name: Winters Moon Pack
Name: Yehki
Age: 3 years
Gender: Female
Appearance: Pale gray fur, with white around her eyes and her belly. Black tail tip, and a dark-gray muzzle. Narrow amber eyes, with big, clumsy-looking paws that one would normally expect to see on a pup. Sort of rounded ears. Her tail's a little crooked, and her speech is just a little bit strange-sounding. If one looked very closely, they'd see that her muzzle too is a little twisted. These are due to birth defects, everything else is normal.
Rank: Hunter
Personality: Quirky, fun-loving and playful. She will never turn down a game of chase or tug-of-war, especially as it helps to keep her in tip-top shape for hunting. She's happy to help out her pack in any way she can, but is wary and distrusting of wolves from other packs. She becomes serious when she's hunting, especially when she's found a scent, and her rank in the pack is a source of great pride for her. She is loyal and respectful, although if she doesn't like an idea, she finds it difficult to stop herself from challenging. In situations like these, she may come across as disrespectful, but she doesn't mean to. If one directs attention toward or mentions her birth defects, she loses her usual happy and relaxed attitude, becoming defensive, easily-irritated, and eager to leave.
History: She was born in another pack and expected to die within days, as her muzzle made it difficult to suckle. However, she clung to life even when her young siblings tried to get more than their share by taking hers. She was surprisingly feisty, so her mother decided to let her live. Growing up, she was distant from most of her siblings except a brother, who stuck by her side even when the rest of her relentless siblings made fun of her. Her mother, although disapproving, didn't do much to stop it, deciding that it was a test of strength. But every day her siblings became ruder and bolder, so she ran away when she was a yearling with her brother, who helped her survive. However, being a little young to leave their birth pack, both of them were not the best at hunting, and when they foolishly attacked an angry bull elk, her brother died after being gored by its antlers. She joined the Winters Moon Pack shortly afterward, she was starving and afraid to attempt another hunt. Here, she learned how to be a proper hunter, and has been improving ever since.
Strengths: Intelligent and a fast runner. Her muzzle deformation has lessened just a little bit in severity, although it still makes things hard. She makes up for it with a strong bite.
Weaknesses: The boldness is a double-edged sword, it can get her into bad situations. She has a hard time eating, and biting prey is a bit of a risk. She has a hard time assessing danger.
Family: Her mother (no father who she personally knew of), her deceased brother, and the rest of her siblings, who have probably matured and started their own packs by now. She doesn't know or care.
Mate: Nah.
Pups: Nah.

~Wolf roleplay~ Untold Future

Tarkutt crouched beside the fallen tree, trembling lightly. Luckily for him, the few wounds he did have were trivial scratches, except for the end of his tail, which was a ragged bloody clump of fur that he'd hidden between his legs. He'd had enough time to stuff a little bit of all the dry, crinkly herbs in his den into his mouth before sprinting away and hoping his pack would follow. Now he knew how stupid he looked, with a mouthful of plants. Knowing they could be needed now, he placed them all on the snow before casting a few anxious glances around the snowy forest. His heart clenched. He hoped the same plants could grow here. Don't be so stupid, Tarkutt, of course they do. He forced himself to be glad that he'd brought along the few plants he had, and examined some of his choices. There were oak leaves to help stop infection, although saliva already did most of the job, horsetails to help stop bleeding, and stinging nettle leaves for swelling.
Snow and Bane appeared to have already received some treatment, although Tarkutt made a mental note to check on them both whenever he next had a chance. However, he did notice at a glance that Rose had a bite wound. It didn't look bad, but it certainly couldn't hurt to at least offer help. Feeling his ears lower down at the prospect of speaking, he addressed Rose, "That looks a little swollen. Maybe it could use any yarrow leaves you might have leftover, and a nettle?"

~Wolf roleplay~ Untold Future

No posting order, right? I can just jump in? (Sorry I didn't get another CS done, I'm such a distracted little person. I'll get that done today if I don't manage to forget.)

~Wolf roleplay~ Untold Future

I might make another character sheet after school.

~Wolf roleplay~ Untold Future

Thank you!

~Wolf roleplay~ Untold Future

Sorry I've taken so long! I'm just letting everyone know that I'm (finally) working on it, so in a few minutes this post should be edited to include my CS, thank you a lot for the patience.

Pack Name: Stardust Vale Pack
Name: Tarkutt
Age: Five years
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall, long-legged wolf with a thin frame. His eyes are wide, pale orange and rarely-blinking, and his fur is dark gray in color, with paler paws, belly, tail and around his eyes. His expression is usually worried. He has a pinkish scab on his nose and both of his ears are quite notched.
Rank: Shaman/healer
Personality: He's a worrier. He frets that medicines are not stocked up enough (even if they are), that disease is just around the corner, and other things. He thinks more than he speaks and paces around a lot, often in self criticism. He is painfully shy and a bit awkward, unless he's working to heal a sick or injured wolf, in which case he's in serious working mode. He talks to himself when he's alone (or thinks he is). Although he is timid around other wolves, he is proud and loyal of the pack, and is determined to help every member as much as he can. If one can make friends with him, he'll be really grateful and possibly even playful. He's gentle, caring in his own shy way. If one were to talk bad about the pack, he'd probably respond with an angry outburst- and then realize that he fights like a malnourished pup. Occasionally he'll show wit, but that is something that rarely slips out before he puts a cap on it. Usually he regrets it.
History: He was born into this pack not as a runt but certainly as the weakest and most submissive pup. His parents sort of coddled him along with all of his siblings, so they were a little unprepared for the world; this might account for some of Tarkutt's anxiety pertaining to preparing for the worst and obsessively stocking medicines. He started out as an enthusiastic pup and became gradually less comfortable with interaction, letting his older brothers and sisters push him around (except in rare cases when he'd pull their tails and then run like Hell). Nothing particularly notable has happened to Tarkutt except for the pack being banished from the valley.
Strengths: Memory and strong knowledge of plants and their beneficial or harmful uses, stealing birds' eggs from their nests while they're not looking, and stealing honey from bee hives.
Weaknesses: Holding a conversation that doesn't pertain to plants, injury, or illness, asking for help when he needs it, fighting and hunting
Family: His father left after his mother got old and died. His siblings have either dispersed or also died (at varying ages from varying causes).
Mate: Not yet.
Pups: No.

~Wolf roleplay~ Untold Future

Hi! Can I reserve a shaman role for the Stardust vale pack? Also, I'm sorry if I missed it, but is there any background on either of the packs? I'm a little confused on which is which.

A Land of Fire and Steam (A Wolf Roleplay)

The only problems I have are, you've put a lot of appearance traits into personality. I'd like to see some more depth in both appearance and personality, and also in history, as in, how did he become a wandering lone wolf, etc.

A Land of Fire and Steam (A Wolf Roleplay)

Bump.