The Custom Glacier Kumos
Owner: Shantal

Age: 4 years

Born: July 8th, 2016

Adopted: 4 years ago

Adopted: July 8th, 2016

Pet Spotlight Winner
November 20th, 2019


  • Level: 1
  • Strength: 10
  • Defense: 10
  • Speed: 10
  • Health: 10
  • HP: 10/10
  • Intelligence: 0
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed

The storm swirled around the wolf’s paws, but the biting cold didn’t penetrate the individual’s thick fur. He stopped, looking over to his right as a bundled-up traveler trudged past. The man paused, obviously not sure what to make of the white-eyed wolf who regarded him with slight disinterest. Trotting over to the out of place traveler, Vidarri drew a line of the ground and gestured with a lanky forelimb.

“The town is that way. This will guide you there.” His voice rumbled through the wind, seemingly unaffected by the howling blizzard. The wolf’s eyes glowed, and an intricate ice compass formed from the surrounding snow, floating in front of the traveler as a magical guide.

The traveler nodded in thanks, briefly bowing to the wolf before trudging off, no doubt with quite a story to tell upon his arrival. Once reaching the town, the compass melted into water, leaving the traveler with only words to proclaim his astonishment.

The older townsfolk smiled, glad to see another soul was saved from the vicious storms. They knew of the wolf guardian, the one who’s eyes matched the snow. Always present, always helpful, but never intrusive, he had been the village’s protector for generations. He had even been spotted playing with a group of children who had wandered off and become lost, a beautiful ice igloo constructed to keep them warm from the elements. Few had heard his voice, and even fewer held a conversation. Only children had seen him smile, and an impassive look was reserved for the adults. He had been around for ages, or so they said. Rumor had it that even the oldest elder remembered him…

Stretching in his cave, Vidarri yawned as he padded down the carpeted path, gifts from the village lining the underground hall’s floor and wall. Sewn tapestries, carved figurines, and even a few poems, he saved them all. Coming to the large main chamber, the wolf’s impassive softened as he looked around, a magical fire heating the rocky surface from a wall. His waiting pillow was an equally white wolf; her eyes closed as she yawned on his entrance.

Immortality was his curse, but Vidarri had long since learned that only two things eased the pain. Helping others gave him purpose, gave him knowledge of making a difference in the world.The other thing that kept him going, was knowing he didn’t have to live forever alone.


Profile by Shantal
Story by Frode
Overlay by Sunnie
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