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Anton was born and raised in a pack known as Hintertomb, raised among a few siblings and cousins the young wolf was indoctrinated into the religion of the Tomb early on. He both revered and feared The Great One...not allowing his faith to slip even a sliver...lest they draw their ever-watching ire. After entering into the task of being a Vox, Anton was deeply reverent even with the prey he took down- never hunting more than what was necessary and fasting fairly often. Still, the Choir seemed...apathetic at times, for others within the Tomb their faith felt...not as genuine or simply brushed under the leaves on the ground. An afterthought. Being a reserved and somewhat stick-in-the mud throughout his life, Anton often faded into the background of his own life. Strangely enough, he was content with this for a while. But he would soon enough find that his faith in all that he had come to know would be put to the test.

Ingrid was a loner for the entirety of her life with a rather unique start into the world. As a young pup, she was orphaned early on, right on the cusp of being weened. However she was found by a grieving Black Bear mother shortly after losing her own cubs. The bear had pity on the pup and adopted her as one of her own. Ingrid and her new mother, Astrid, moved forward in life. Ingrid was given her name by Astrid and raised to be more bearlike than anything else. Perhaps this explained her more solitary and eccentric nature a bit at least... Still, as she grew older into her adult years she was soon enough left to fend for herself. Despite her best effort in finding a pack, her strange mannerisms and quirky nature made it hard to find a place where she truly fit in. So...she eventually gave up on the idea and rather liked marching to the beat of her own paw steps. With no one to tell her what to do or where to go, she was happy...despite the occasional bout of loneliness. However, she would find her world to be turned on its head soon enough.

When the pair met, Anton was tracking prey movement just outside of the old Hintertomb territory. Their initial meeting was rather odd, both wolves rather awkward in different ways. Still, it seemed they both left an impression on one another. Soon one visit would turn into many, each growing longer in length. With all that was happening within his pack and the more his mind was being opened to a new way of thinking about the world...Anton soon found himself at a crossroad. He couldn't convince Ingrid to join Hintertomb, so his choices were narrowed down to either his pack...or the she-wolf he was falling for.

Though Ingrid felt a bit guilty about not wanting to compromise on joining a pack, her gut told her that this would be better for them in the long run. Especially with how Anton seemed to rant and rave away about various pack politics at times. Still, a part of her doubted he would ever choose her over the pack he was raised in...she would just enjoy the time they had left together if that was the case.

And then he chose her.

Together the pair dashed off on the cusp of morning, running far past the border's edge of Hintertomb and not looking back. The happy pair eloped, well before the tragedy that would soon befall Anton's friends and family he left behind. Finally, they could try and find their own silver lining and happily ever after.

Would it ever really be that easy though?

Anton struggled immensely attempting to steer away from reverence with as little fear as possible. If anything he was more anxious these days than he was back in Hintertomb. At least there it was more than just him watching the sky for signs of The Great One's ire. Though Ingrid did her best to try and assuage her mate's anxieties...that too was an uphill battle for them both. Though the pair tried to start a family early on, they struggled immensely with fertility and birth issues. They soon would have to grapple with the reality that they may never have the family they so desperately wanted to start...and would have to come to terms with that.

Then fate smiled upon them.

A single pup from their final litter survived.

A survivor through and through, arriving on the tail end of the sunrise one Autumn morning. So she would be known as Dagmar, she-wolf of the day.

Finally designed Dagmar's parents and fleshed out their histories a wee bit. Hope you all enjoy!

Art and characters (C) Weasele .

Description

Anton was born and raised in a pack known as Hintertomb, raised among a few siblings and cousins the young wolf was indoctrinated into the religion of the Tomb early on. He both revered and feared The Great One...not allowing his faith to slip even a sliver...lest they draw their ever-watching ire. After entering into the task of being a Vox, Anton was deeply reverent even with the prey he took down- never hunting more than what was necessary and fasting fairly often. Still, the Choir seemed...apathetic at times, for others within the Tomb their faith felt...not as genuine or simply brushed under the leaves on the ground. An afterthought. Being a reserved and somewhat stick-in-the mud throughout his life, Anton often faded into the background of his own life. Strangely enough, he was content with this for a while. But he would soon enough find that his faith in all that he had come to know would be put to the test.

Ingrid was a loner for the entirety of her life with a rather unique start into the world. As a young pup, she was orphaned early on, right on the cusp of being weened. However she was found by a grieving Black Bear mother shortly after losing her own cubs. The bear had pity on the pup and adopted her as one of her own. Ingrid and her new mother, Astrid, moved forward in life. Ingrid was given her name by Astrid and raised to be more bearlike than anything else. Perhaps this explained her more solitary and eccentric nature a bit at least... Still, as she grew older into her adult years she was soon enough left to fend for herself. Despite her best effort in finding a pack, her strange mannerisms and quirky nature made it hard to find a place where she truly fit in. So...she eventually gave up on the idea and rather liked marching to the beat of her own paw steps. With no one to tell her what to do or where to go, she was happy...despite the occasional bout of loneliness. However, she would find her world to be turned on its head soon enough.

When the pair met, Anton was tracking prey movement just outside of the old Hintertomb territory. Their initial meeting was rather odd, both wolves rather awkward in different ways. Still, it seemed they both left an impression on one another. Soon one visit would turn into many, each growing longer in length. With all that was happening within his pack and the more his mind was being opened to a new way of thinking about the world...Anton soon found himself at a crossroad. He couldn't convince Ingrid to join Hintertomb, so his choices were narrowed down to either his pack...or the she-wolf he was falling for.

Though Ingrid felt a bit guilty about not wanting to compromise on joining a pack, her gut told her that this would be better for them in the long run. Especially with how Anton seemed to rant and rave away about various pack politics at times. Still, a part of her doubted he would ever choose her over the pack he was raised in...she would just enjoy the time they had left together if that was the case.

And then he chose her.

Together the pair dashed off on the cusp of morning, running far past the border's edge of Hintertomb and not looking back. The happy pair eloped, well before the tragedy that would soon befall Anton's friends and family he left behind. Finally, they could try and find their own silver lining and happily ever after.

Would it ever really be that easy though?

Anton struggled immensely attempting to steer away from reverence with as little fear as possible. If anything he was more anxious these days than he was back in Hintertomb. At least there it was more than just him watching the sky for signs of The Great One's ire. Though Ingrid did her best to try and assuage her mate's anxieties...that too was an uphill battle for them both. Though the pair tried to start a family early on, they struggled immensely with fertility and birth issues. They soon would have to grapple with the reality that they may never have the family they so desperately wanted to start...and would have to come to terms with that.

Then fate smiled upon them.

A single pup from their final litter survived.

A survivor through and through, arriving on the tail end of the sunrise one Autumn morning. So she would be known as Dagmar, she-wolf of the day.

Finally designed Dagmar's parents and fleshed out their histories a wee bit. Hope you all enjoy!

Art and characters (C) Weasele .