Jewell x Kaine kids for readoption

Appearance: Bass has always been a bit on the small side, being the runt of his litter, but is slowly but surely growing into himself. Because he was the runt, he will always be small, his adult height reaching a mere 22 inches. Even smaller than his petite mother! Though he may not be as tall as his other siblings, he is rather fine tuned, with strong muscles lining his form. Bass will never be as thick muscled as the other males, so he has to work on his speed, his endurance, being able to land quick and numerous hits rather than one swift blow. He will be quick, agile, and with hard work he will pack a mean bite!

His fur takes after his mother in mostly; medium coat length with a base color of fawn tans and a lighter underbelly that also marks his muzzle and under his eyes. This would be the only indication of his relation to his sire Kaine, as Bass will not acquire any of the strong Abraxes genes, like some of his larger siblings might've. It's not all bad though, as Bass has adopted some of his mother's breathtaking markings instead.

Running along his back and shoulders, down to the very tip of his tail, is his families rainbow stripe. Starting as a vibrant red around his shoulders, the colors effortlessly blend into orange, yellow, green, blue, and his tail is even a lovely pink! On top of his face sits a pair of dazzling green limes, casting out a curious gaze as he watches and learns.

personality: A kind soul is the basic building block of this young male. He is selfless in his desire to aid those in need, and his ability to assume the best in wolves until further notice is admirable. But the most defining part of his nature, despite his absence, is his loyalty to family. Yes, sometimes siblings fight, and maybe a word or two are said when they shouldn't have, but in the end blood is blood and Bastyan knows that family is one of the most important things in life. The wolves you are related to, are there for you when you need it the most, and (in most cases) will never turn their backs to you.

Bastyan is still a pup, so even though he was out on his own, and deemed himself a man, he is still a very playful kid wanting to run around and play all day. Play fighting, rough housing, and training are some of his more favored activities. But at the end of the day, the little runt loves to snuggle up close to his mother, who he thinks almost like a goddess of. She who has always been there for him; to love him, nurture him, and help him learn about the world. He is a big mamas boy, though he will never truly admit it.

(In the future)But this young man isn't all sunshine and rainbows, despite his appearance. In fact, it's his very appearance that makes him a little bitter on the inside. Bass has a bit of a short wolf complex, which isn't unusual in male runts. Most guys are bigger, stronger, and physically superior in nearly every way. Well Bastyan is determined to make that not true. He is a generally nice guy, with a honorable gentlemen personality. But when he is bullied about his height, he can become aggressive or hostile. Perhaps this is where his sire's bloodline comes into play. As it is the Abraxes's way to have a temper, though it will be only seen on rare and provoked occasions.

plans:  If approved for adoption, I would like to plot out that Bastyan left to prove himself, that even though he may have been born a runt, he is still one of the strongest, bravest wolves in the litter. I would say he left to be out in the wilderness on his own, learning to fend for himself and prove he doesn't need to rely on anyone else.

I would have him return to Lirim mostly on his desire to be with his family again, but he will mostly try to hide this aspect. Instead, I imagine he will return and say he did "just to prove he didn't die" or that he "came back to help the pack". I expect it to probably be a pretty emotional return, seeing how long he has been gone and how worried his family has been about his absence. He'll probably be pretty emotional too, but will try his best to hide the fact because he's "a big boy now".

In the future, I would like Bass to be a fighter and/or a hunter, using a skill that would continue to build on his desire to prove himself a man. But I would also like him to be a social butterfly, trying to catch up and reacquaint himself with everyone in the pack. No matter how long that takes. Eventually he will probably want to go on more adventures, and probably bump into his future wife while doing so. Though I imagine him finding a mate to be a rather daunting task, as he will also think himself inadequate. But with a lot of reassurance and patience, I would very much so like for him to have a least one litter (I mean look at him he's too fricken cute not to have puppies).  

role play sample: 200+ words
He had been wandering for days now, trying to find his way back. Back to the place he knew he belonged, surround by the wolves he cared most about. He had left in such a rush, did he even stop to think about the consequences? No, of course not. Because he had been too selfish to even think about what this time away would've meant for his family. But he needed to, he had to prove himself, and so he did. Bastyan had left the comforts of Lirim, of his family and friends, and had gone out into the world beyond their borders. He had survived. Though it was tough. Lime eyes glazed over as he thought about that first horrible night away from home, lost in a sea of bitter cold and trembling in fear. He was just a pup back then; thinking that every rustling leave was out to get him, that the wind was whispering his death. The male could almost laugh at it now, not even recognizing such a kid as himself.

Yet, despite all his desires to be on his own and to survive the wilderness without aid, he lacked company. He lacked that need of feeling complete, like he was a part of something, rather than just floating around in the world without a tether to it. He would never admit it to his brothers, but Bastyan missed home. He missed the warmth of his mother's embrace, and the laughter of his siblings. He missed feeling like he was a part of something. So the runt was making his way home. Past the tall pines and snow capped mountains, through lush valleys and over a land of sand. Lirim called out to him; he could hardly remember where he had been in the past week, yet somehow he could feel which direction was home. Like a homing beacon was planted in his heart, Bass new which road to take. Short legs moved quickly over the terrain, the young male only stopping at night to rest. He needed to get home, because even though he had proved himself able, he was still just a pup. And every pup needs his family.