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+ 1 souls | SVA | Quesnel
Status on both: Unknown if alive or dead

Father: A middle child who was always forgotten about for one sibling or another, he was tired of never being good enough for his parents approval. He wished to be someone great - except whenever he tried he just ended up hurt and with a bruised ego. So he began to lie - simple lies. About man, about magic, about the spirits. Anything to get someone to listen. And soon, he was nothing but a life of falsehoods pretending to be someone better. At first it worked - until it didn’t. And just like always, he was alone.
That was - of course, until he met someone who never seemed to catch on - or if she did, she didn’t care.
For once, perhaps he was capable of feeling good enough. But when pups were expected - he ran. They weren’t his dream, and he wasn’t great - it was all lies. One way or another he’d get hurt - and so he did the hurting and abandoned her.

Mother: One may call her dense or naive - as if she wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. Dense, debatable, but naive was certain. She wanted to see the best in people. The world was a bright place, with nothing but good. One to want to leave it brighter.
He was fascinating - one who spoke lies that she couldn’t help but fall for. If she believed it - no one but her could totally say. Perhaps she simply fell in love with how he told stories.
But then he left her - not even having the courage to tell her why. Sting and resentment shattered the brightness of the world and she became bitter and angry. Resentful of what she’d seen as beautiful, now hurtful.
She would not bare her children to it - would not give them the chance to leave her.
In her mind, locking them up whenever she left was merciful. Nothing but her could get to them. And no one knew where they were - and so when she never came back, their fate had been sealed.

She also had 2 brothers but they’re both dead so

They’re both assholes but that’s what makes it fun.

Just wanted to sketch some wolves for fun tbh

Description

+ 1 souls | SVA | Quesnel
Status on both: Unknown if alive or dead

Father: A middle child who was always forgotten about for one sibling or another, he was tired of never being good enough for his parents approval. He wished to be someone great - except whenever he tried he just ended up hurt and with a bruised ego. So he began to lie - simple lies. About man, about magic, about the spirits. Anything to get someone to listen. And soon, he was nothing but a life of falsehoods pretending to be someone better. At first it worked - until it didn’t. And just like always, he was alone.
That was - of course, until he met someone who never seemed to catch on - or if she did, she didn’t care.
For once, perhaps he was capable of feeling good enough. But when pups were expected - he ran. They weren’t his dream, and he wasn’t great - it was all lies. One way or another he’d get hurt - and so he did the hurting and abandoned her.

Mother: One may call her dense or naive - as if she wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. Dense, debatable, but naive was certain. She wanted to see the best in people. The world was a bright place, with nothing but good. One to want to leave it brighter.
He was fascinating - one who spoke lies that she couldn’t help but fall for. If she believed it - no one but her could totally say. Perhaps she simply fell in love with how he told stories.
But then he left her - not even having the courage to tell her why. Sting and resentment shattered the brightness of the world and she became bitter and angry. Resentful of what she’d seen as beautiful, now hurtful.
She would not bare her children to it - would not give them the chance to leave her.
In her mind, locking them up whenever she left was merciful. Nothing but her could get to them. And no one knew where they were - and so when she never came back, their fate had been sealed.

She also had 2 brothers but they’re both dead so

They’re both assholes but that’s what makes it fun.

Just wanted to sketch some wolves for fun tbh