Sorry that scratch ruined the quality and the watermark Name: Apollo Age: Dog years: 10-12 months Human years: 14-15 years Species: Dog/Wolf Bio: Apollo is the curious runt of the litter who often gets left out but has a strong bond with his mother. He’s pretty athletic and loves to hunt, even if it’s just a bird in the backyard. He loves to lay in the mud and sunbathe after a rainy day but has a hard time being optimistic.
Apollo was originally born a house dog but when he was young his owners took him to a forest trail. A bear came across their path and he, sadly, was the only one who made it out alive. He mourned for days that he barely ate and one day collapsed. When he woke up he was in a river and there were wolves surrounding him. “Do you really think it’s him? Oh he’s awake.” They turned his way. Apollo tried standing up but fell down again. “Where am I? Wait who are you?!” “Easy there you’re not yet healed. I am Dakota, the white wolf is Aspen, and the brown one is Maple. We found you passed out and we took you to our den to heal you.” Dakota took a cup-like piece of wood, placed it in water, and held it up to Apollo’s mouth. “Drink it.” Apollo eyed it carefully then lapped it up. He looked back up at Dakota. “Um, what were you guys talking about.. before i woke up?” “Oh uh who was your mother?” Apollo looked down at the water and splashed it with one paw. “She, uh, her name was Lotus..” his words turned into a mumble, “she’s gone now.” Dakota’s eyes turned wide. “I’m.. sorry for your loss. You don’t have to answer this next question but who was your grandmother?” Apollo’s tail flicked with curiosity. “My mother never spoke of her. Every time me or my siblings brought it up she changed the subject. Who is she?” he spoke to himself. I’ll continue the story if I win him.
