Big Feet
((The reason he doesn't have a profile is because I plan to kill him off later. Unless there is an outcry against it or something happens to help him survive))
It's been many days since they left the Crocotta homelands. Together as father and son, they scaled the mountains. The father took sad glances at his son once in a while as they journeyed. But finally, they made it. The Glacier wasn't just the mating place for manens, but all sorts of species come here to copulate.
"Son, we're here."
Big Feet turned his head to look, for the last time, at his father. The old Crocotta had long, grey, tangled fur all over his body. Scars were lain here and there across his body, and one of his eyes were closed shut by built-up gunk. He has raised four children before Big Feet, and had an enriched life. His father was already old when he impregnated his mother, who was in bad shape at the time. All his life, up until now, his father did everything he can for him.
The old Crocotta gave a soft smile, looking up at the cloudy sky.
"This is where I met your mother. She was very strong and smart."
"I know dad."
There was a long silence between the two. Big Feet frowned and his ears started to droop.
"Do I have to go?"
The old Crocotta sighed, and he too frowned.
"I'm sorry, son, but my time is close to an end. I'm no longer able to take care of you. You'll have to leave the roost sooner or later."
"O-okay. Will I see you again?"
"Maybe . . ."
There was another long silence. Big Feet got up walked off, knowing what he had to do. The elderly Crocotta just stayed put, laying down in the snow whimpering to himself.
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Big Feet climbed up the slippery slopes, remembering what his dad told him. How his species were slowly dying, why they need to become one with the plentiful wolves.
He was going to follow his father's footsteps and teachings, and he was going to act on them.
He got up onto the icy plateau, his paws freezing from the snow. Before him stood a wolf, facing away from him. He had never met one before in his entire life, completely new to the scents and smells they made. He knew nothing about them, but he figured this was what his father kept talking about.
Confident in his heritage and strength, he jumped at the manen, ready and able to hold him down if he makes the pounce.
((lolololololololololololololololol
Keep in Mind: Since we need to abide with the whole "No graphic sex" rule, I'm just going to assume that Big Feet's sexual assult was successful
IF he makes the pounce unless you say so otherwise in your post.
Also: if you couldn't get the subtle hints, yes, Big Feet was born with slight retardation. If that fact offends anyone, I'll take it out))
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