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[DOTW] Singer Application — Description

27/08/2026: Application accepted!
Name: Singer
Age: Juvenile
Gender: Male (he/him)
Height: 29'' (will update as he grows up)
Weight: 50 lbs (will update as he grows up)
Build: Singer is quite tall for a wolf his age and from a first glance you can see he still has some growing up to do. His legs aren’t particularly long, but he has big paws - resulting in him walking in a goofy looking way sometimes. He doesn’t have a muscular build at all.
Territory: Riverfell
Family: His parents are loner wolves, he has no idea where they are
Rank: Omega
Personality:
Friendly | Honest
Singer loves to hang out with other animals, play games and have fun. Maybe he loves it a little too much, and can sometimes be a handful. Having grown up in a small group of adult wolves, he can’t always understand when he’s bothering others - and he often lacks the judgement to understand when another animal wants to be left alone.
Sometimes he is too honest for his own good. I wouldn’t tell him your deepest secrets, honestly. It’s not like he has ill intentions, it’s that he’s too dense to understand when it’s better to keep your mouth shut. On a brighter note, he would never lie to you.
Dreamy | Whimsical
He’s a storyteller at heart, he loves to come up with ballads and can be quite the entertainer. You’ll often catch him singing by himself while he’s doing something else.
Careless | Soft headed
He is clumsy and often distracted, his mind often wandering off to some made up fantasy. It’s easy for him to forget something you just told him, or having him bump on you while he was walking somewhere. On top of that he can be very gullible. Being that honest himself, he always thinks other animals are too, and will probably believe you if you told him you saw a deer flying!
Pre-Group History:
Singer was born the only child of two wolves from a small roaming loner group. His parents gave him the name Singer due to his love for the lullabies his father used to sing when he was very little and the fact that, once he was older, he had taken the habit of making up songs on the spot.
The loner group stayed in one place just enough to give Singer time to be weaned, before starting travelling again. He did his best to keep up with the nomadic life he was born into but, even if he was having fun visiting so many territories of the Domain, as he grew up he started to feel like he was missing something. He didn’t have a place to call home, nor friends his age for that matters. They often crossed paths with one of the Packs of the Domain, and Singer couldn’t help but wonder how it would be to live in such a big group of wolves. Which cultures could they have? What could he learn? Would he befriend many wolves?
–
It was raining when it happened.
One night Singer just woke up alone on the forest bed. He had no idea how he had come there, his head was hurting really bad and, most of all, he was completely alone.
His last memories were of his group stopping to rest near a forest border, he had fallen asleep humming one melody that had just come to mind and– his head started hurting again.
Well, it wasn’t a problem, he had been travelling all his life and was quite skilled at hunting and following scents! He just had to find his parents’ smell and– right, it was pouring. He could still count on his hunting skills, it wasn’t a big deal, he would travel alone and search the forest for his parents.
–
Okay, maybe his hunting skills weren’t that good - and maybe when his parents had been training him he should have listened instead of thinking about the lyrics of his new ballad - because he was starving. He had been navigating the forest paths for three or four days now, and had only managed to catch a sleepy mouse and a clumsy squirrel.
“Are you lost, child?”
When he heard a voice he almost had a heart attack. He looked up, tail between his legs, and saw it was just a magpie, staring at him from a branch. She was called Blue and, moved by compassion - and probably the desire to drive a potential big predator away from her territory - decided to guide Singer out of the forest.
They followed a small stream all day, until the setting sun’s light finally hit his face as the trees made themselves scarce.
“You can’t fail from here”, said Blue, perching on a branch just above Singer, “just keep on following the river and you’ll meet a wolf pack. I heard they can be quite welcoming”
And so Singer did, and sure enough he reached Riverfell.
Maybe it was fate that drove him there, he could finally try the pack life he had always dreamed of! And if his parents were still out there, they were sure to visit Riverfell sooner or later.
Group History:
TBA
Other:
He loves to sing and often comes up with silly little ballads
His canines peek out from his lips
His favorite food is fish
He often has nightmares he can’t quite explain, but he is convinced they could help him remember how he ended up lost in the forest