PoC 1 - Fenris and LarkspurThe changing of the seasons tended to bring out the worst or sometimes the best in those that lived in Ulfrheim. When the snows came, usually everyone would come together and help make sure everyone had enough food and was kept warm, especially after Uhma’s blizzard had caused such havoc and death on those that lived in Ulfrheim. But the fall season wasn’t quite winter yet and it seemed to bring out more dangerous creatures than giving ones. Add on the fact that the holiday of Halloween was just around the corner and that made things all the more terrifying for some that weren’t looking for any trouble. While others were looking for nothing but trouble.
A young savage coated brute pup named Fenris was one of the few that wasn’t looking for trouble. He was out exploring not far from the den he called home when a sudden rustling caught his attention. Glancing in the direction the sound had come from, little did the pup know, another young Felvarg similar in color
PoC 2 - Fenris and LarkspurIt was late afternoon by the time Fenris had finally finished his trek to the hunting grounds he was planning on prowling today. Usually he didn’t have a specific type of prey in mind but today was different, today he was after a bear. Normally the brute male would go for something a bit easier to catch and possibly something that wasn’t as large as a bear but he was mainly after the pelt of the beast. With the fall season in full swing now, the savage coated male knew that he was going to need as many pelts as he could get his paws on. The thick coated male usually took to travel around Ulfrheim more times than he stayed in one place but lately, he’d become quite fond of Fenrir’s Incisor and the intricate caves he’d found that were rooted through the deep rock of those mountains. And while the caves were quite safe and secure to reside in, they were dangerous to get to and could get quite cold. Which was the main reason Fenris used much of his time in the
Felvarg POCs - Echo - Internal InstinctInternal Instinct - #5 - Too Shy To Mingle
Echo sat by one of the beautiful stone carvings of Freyja. It was comforting being near the image of the beautiful goddess. The serene expression forever upon her muzzle almost radiated warmth and motherly love, as if Freyja herself had blessed each and every one of these statures to calm any felvarg who was near. It was a comforting thought to Echo.
She watched quietly as the others mingled with each other. Some were courting, some were simply getting to know each other. But she was to shy to go out and see if she could make a friend, let alone find a mate. Echo was never a very confident felvarg when it came to interacting with others of her kind, outside of when she was treating a wound or teaching someone else how to. She was a large female, making her a bit heavy footed, and often caused her to bump into others without meaning to. Her deep voice also threw others