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Gonna be posting about my LORE and WIP BIOS because at time of typing the <center> command is Refusing to Work on my bios sO HERE WE ARE

Somewhere at the base of a mountain in Icerun's territory lies the Gnawed Marrow pack, represented by a half-eaten marrow bone. All their members are chewed up, thrown away members of society that Icerun deemed unworthy of survival, who managed to survive anyway. They come together to support each other unconditionally and love those who were told they don't deserve to love. They are what Icerun doesn't want you to see.

Blizzard is their leader, a lupin initially molded by the harsh cruelty of the icy tundra and the wolves in it. After a particular dustraven took interest in her and helped her escape an angry adult pack, she grew into what she is today; an example of what survival of the fittest does to those who are mentally fit, as opposed to physically. She is very in-tune with her emotions, internally at least; externally she has a tendency to come off as angry (to be fair, she usually is), but she is not a mean wolf. She has fully renounced pack life and is only a leader in the sense that she provides. She does not give orders, she stops arguments and finds food. That is her purpose.

Honeycrisp is a kit wolf who was thrown from her pack for a crime her father committed. Her old pack never loved her, they always saw her as weak, a waste of food. They jumped at the chance to get rid of her. With Blizzard's love and care, she grew into a wonderfully caring medicine wolf, extremely in-tune with nature and working with the goods that their local flock of dustravens bring to them for medicine in exchange for food and a safe place to stay during storms.

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Striker is a lupin noted by most for his intimidating appearance and soft heart. As a pup, his father had high hopes for him, which consumed them both. After being exiled for his defense of Honeycrisp and accusing of her father of the crime they accused Honey of, the two fled to find a safer place. Nowadays, Striker is Honeycrisp's assistant and almost a “stock manager” for the group. He ensures they have everything they need, especially to survive the winter.

Piñata acts as the entertainment for the group, in a strange, roundabout way. She knows a variety of “tricks”, you know sleight of hand stuff. The dustravens bring her items like cards because she entertains the chicks long enough for them to rest and relax. She was born and raised in a traveling circus, but left it in search of a higher purpose. When a storm cut her travels short and forced her into the Gnawed Marrow cave, she was hesitant, but ultimately welcomed and respected. With what little she could offer, she chose to stay.

Fractal was booted from her old Icerun pack for a similar reason to Honeycrisp. However, unlike Honeycrisp, Fractal was actually guilty. She had been stealing rations, which is and was a major offense during the harsh winters in the mountains. She'd been stealing them for some dustraven hatchlings, a mother had flown to her one night with a broken leg. They both knew she wasn't going to last, and Fractal vowed to care for the chicks no matter what. It's what she would've wanted as a mother.

Zero

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Sage is the dustraven who made all this possible. In his older age now, he'd have been eaten long ago if not for Blizzard and her new family.

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"Do not fall victim to the snow, little one."

Blizzard knows first-paw how cruel the icy roads of Icerun can be. She had to use her mother's corpse for warmth for days after she was born, her mother exiled for reasons Blizzard knew nothing about. Her life would've been cut short if not for the dustraven who saved her and raised her like his own.

Blizzard aspires to be everything Icerun doesn't want her to be. Kind, loving, understanding, empathetic- Words they hate are her reality. She has many underlying issues, emotionally, particularly with managing her anger, but to say she isn't trying her best would be an insult to her efforts. Striker is helping her with these issues, every day she wakes up better than she was the day before. And really, that's all she's ever wanted.

• She has a particular soft-spot for pups and will go out of her way to help them find whatever it is they're looking for. It's not their fault the world is cruel, they've hardly had a chance to figure that out, to adapt to it. She would never admit it, but she adores them.

Blizzard was born in the middle of, well, a blizzard. She would've easily frozen to death if not for her mother's warmth. She was the only pup in the litter to survive being born, the others were stillborn or didn't last long in the cold. Her mother, weak and barely still alive, laid down and used her body to warm Blizzard until she herself was almost frozez. By that point, the storm was over, but she knew it was too late for her. She cared for Blizzard until she couldn't anymore, and days later, she succumbed to the cold.

Blizzard wandered for days until she was discovered by another pack, who tried to eat her because she stepped into their land. Had it not been for a well-timed hit to the face from a rock thrown by a bird watching this interaction go down, she wouldn't be here. The bird, an onyx dustraven, would come to watch Blizzard with interest, and eventually introduced himself as a bringer of rare goods. He brought her food and found her an abandoned rabbit burrow to sleep in until she was old enough to fend for herself.

Blizzard has grown to enjoy the presence of dustravens more than other wolves for this very reason. She knows it's not right to assess not one, but two entire species based on interactions she had when she was barely 6 months old, but she can't help it. She feels safe with them (even though a stranger dustraven is much more likely to try to rob from her than a wolf is, at least in her experience).

When she was one whole year old, she was given a gift for her discovery-day (instead of a birthday or a hatchday). She was given the gift of flight.

Blizzard values Honeycrisp more than any wolf she's ever known. The dustravens will always be her family, but to Blizzard, Honeycrisp is welcome in the flock. Some of them may have mixed feelings about the kit, but they tolerate her better than Honey's old pack. When she came out to them, they were nothing but kind to her, regardless of their feelings towards her. Blizzard knows Honeycrisp means no harm, and even if she did, she couldn't. She knows what malicious intent looks like, she can see it in the eyes of a wolf she's never met before. But Honey… there's nothing like that in there.

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"It's only stealing if you're taking from someone less privileged than you."

Honeycrisp is nothing but gentle. She adores plants, keeps what little fungus she can in the caves, and in the spring and summer… plants. Fruits, vegetables, the dustravens bring her seeds to care for, sometimes for free just because they like her (and she has a strong affinity for cooking, which they all eat when possible). She loves to keep trinkets that the dustravens bring them and has special designated areas for them in the cave.

• Honeycrisp has always wanted puppies. She wants to do better than her parents did. She wants to be the mother hers was if her father hadn't been in the picture. She and Blizzard go on to have puppies, a little girl named Zero and a baby boy named Borealis.

Honeycrisp was born into an Icerun pack with a very high pup mortality rate. Her mother and father had been the only one to successfully raise pups beyond a year old in… well, Honey doesn't remember anymore. She always showed a resentment to her father and his insistence that she be a man, refusing to believe that she could be trans. He didn't ask for a daughter, after all.

Honey would then be framed for the stealing of a sacred figurine of the pack's founder, her great grandfather, who almost everyone believed because it was in her room. Without a second thought, she was to be exiled. Her friend at the time, Striker, defended her, and they were exiled together.

They met Blizzard after weeks of wandering in the snow, eventually coming to a cave that housed the flock of dustravens. Too exhausted to keep walking, they collapsed at the entrance of the cave they would soon come to call home.

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"Dear… You can't run from your feelings. You can try to hide, but they can smell you, like a hungry animal. An animal that you've left to starve, that has only gotten bigger since you last saw it…"

Striker is a wolf who has only known efficiency. As a pup, he was encouraged to the most to find kill spots on different animals to hunt the best. He essentially lives his real life with a critical hit multiplier. He never wanted to live this way, and in spite of the numerous kills under his belt and the blood that stains his teeth and maw, he is nothing but a lover.

• He enjoys the company of pups, but he's more of a baby sitter than a parent. The responsibility of raising a young one scares him; he's well aware that he couldn't handle it. But that doesn't stop him from helping out Blizzard and Honeycrisp with their puppies.

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