In a primitive Vulkaan City. Before shifters even existed via mutation. "Wild" Dogs ran free. The dogs weren't wild, they had owners but it was like they were. None of the dogs were fixed and they seemed to have run of the place.
You are one of these dogs. You are almost never at your owners house, you have your own little pack. What is your story going to be? How will it turn out?
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A large downright beautiful husky greets you. Her red-brown coat dulled by the soil in her fur. Next to her is a larger gray husky. They appear to related in some way, as they share some resemblance. Behind the husky is an older brown one whose snout is flecked with gray. The old one seems to share features with the red husky. "Hello," says the red husky,"What is your name?"
You reply with," {Y/N}."
The red husky giggles. "Nice to meet you {Y/N}. I'm Crimson, this is my half-brother Junto, and behind me is my mother Stella." Junto smiles awkwardly and Stella waves her tail. "Now I'd like to know a bit about you..." You are a bit surprised but recite with ease....
Name
Gender
Breed
Brief looks
Crush/Mate
Kin
You tell her that that's all you can remember.
