Abraxas pup for Adoption

Which design? 2
Name: Saren (masculinized version of the DnD goddess Sarenrae)
Gender: male
Skills:intellect and healing

Height: 32"
Alignment: Lawful Good
Appearance: Sarens’ pelt is covered in a cream colored white bordering on gray. With brown-gray stripe like markings on his body and solid medium gray facial markings. A lighter snout and stomach with the appearance of being white. This pups’ eyes are an ocean blue reflecting that of both his parents. A height reaching that of 32 inches Saren will be on the shorter side of things when it comes to the wolves of Boreas but not so short as to be endangered by potential spine defects. A build made to endure the hardships of life Saren will have muscles built for walking long distances and carrying many herbs at once.
Personality: Saren is a gentleman through and through. His manners are on point and his moral compass is acutely calibrated. Saren has no tolerance for breaking the rules but can be coerced into it if he believes it's for the better. Finding it hard to have fun even as a pup Saren will prefer quietly studying nature or the stars to rough housing. This pup can easily come off as quiet and reserved, developing a sense for diplomacy and charisma as he gets older.

When it comes to religion Saren will wholly believe it. While at the start he won't be the best at talking about it with others through his lifetime he will develop into quite the evangelist. Speaking about his religion openly and hoping that others will adopt it. He won't shove it down others throats but instead attempt to influence others with his behavior. Showing by example is the best way he knows how to teach.
Other: i should probably learn more about the abraxas religion
Rp sample:
Saren had always found the outdoors to be rather fascinating. He wasn't the exploring type but he enjoyed laying down and watching nature. On this particular day he was laying by the base of a tree trunk watching as the birds flew and whistled and the bunnies jumped and chattered. Days like this were always preferred, with the heat just right and the sun at the right angle to provide a subtle warmth even in the shade.

As Saren laid and took in the day a sudden movement startled him. A brown object blurred past as it fell in his peripheral vision. Jumping up from his relaxing position Saren examined what had just fell. It seemed to be a bird that wasn't having the best of days. Its' wing was at angle that Saren was confident wasn't the angle a birds' wing should be at.

He had a bird with a broken wing and no idea what to do. He knew some healing but that was mainly applied to other wolves. There was a chance that if he tried to help the bird he would only mess them up further, he wasn't used to being super precise and delicate either. What if he ended up killing the bird instead in his attempt to help?

Working himself into a state of panic he started looking around for anything to help. Then a thought occurred to him and he wondered why he hadn't thought of it sooner. He was a descendant of the gods after all, surely they could help him in this instance.

Saren sat down and began to calm his mind, staring at the sky he began to silently pray to the gods and his ancestors. That they would either heal the bird or help him know what to do. He would sit there praying until either the bird healed and flew away or he could come up with an idea that would work for helping the bird. Whichever came first.