#Call of the Wild

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Harry Collins

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[boanerges20]

Motolove. Call Of The Wild.

[mind1997]

A star appeared in the cloudless night, sparkled, another, then another, then a hundred thousand...

The insects and night creatures began their song, the moon peeked, out from behind the hills, bathing the forest in its silver glow.

_Slewfoot ~Brom

[metal-stills]

Powerwolf - Beast of Gévaudan

Napalm Records

2021

Produced, directed and edited by Matteo Vdiva Fabbiani & Chiara Cerami

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[radiowave-slushie]

made a list of my favorite media that all have characters with the name dave and hal in it:

1 .homestuck

2. call of the wild

3. 2001: a space odyssey

[iswateredibletho]

yea earth shattering orgams are fine but have you listened to Sermon of Swords by Powerwolf?

[inkedwingss]

[deathmybride]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ the craving | jack conroy *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

ship: Jack Conroy x fem!OC

warnings: mentions of death, brief description of healed frostbite

summary: Jack meets a musher girl on his first day in Alaska.

word count: 2826

a/n: I am actually extremely proud of this so I hope somebody reads it haha

Living in the Yukon, you get used to craving. You crave warmth, food that doesn’t come from a can, a bed with a real mattress and a roof over it, the sight of a fresh face and fresh conversation. I had been out there for nearly seven years by the time I met Jack Conroy, and nearing my seventeenth birthday too. I stood at the edge of our camp, watching the prospectors stumble out of the narrow passage at the top of the pass, like rats spewing from a drainpipe. He caught my eye then, beet-red and fresh of face, dressed warm, but not warm enough, his eyes glazed with exhaustion and wonder. He reminded me of myself the first time I climbed the Golden Staircase, back when snow still glittered like pixie dust, and my father’s promise of a gold seam to call our own didn’t ring hollow as the wind through an empty mine. I knew Conroy instantly; the mirror of his father, the man who raised me better than my own. I kept my head down as he looked around, knowing he was there for Alex, but not wanting to face it. The Yukon would turn that boy hard as ice before long, and I didn’t want to watch it happen.

As he traipsed over to us, I crossed my arms and glared at him. Go home, Conroy. I thought. Go shack up somewhere warm, and be happy. He didn’t look at me once, so consumed with his mission. I shielded my face and retreated to the tent. The coffin was easier to face than Alex breaking his heart. Despite my reluctance, I knew I would not have minded taking him on. There were few young people so far into the mountains, except the few kids at the Tlingit village along the trail, but we never stayed long enough to get to know them. The boy could become my companion, of sorts. We would take him north-west from Dyea to Klondike, then set him loose to find his way to the Conroy claim to spend a few months frantically digging into the hill; and go home colder, hungrier, and poorer in spirit. I wouldn’t even have to see it break him. Alex wasn’t like that. He was a pragmatist. He and Skunker knew how to mush, and they took me on because I was the best scout you’d ever need, thanks to my daddy’s training. This boy was a city slicker, and the best he could offer the team was a morale boost, and Skunker was already too cheerful for Alex’s liking. We couldn’t take him. He’d be a dead weight. I tried to close my ears to his charming, eager voice as he tried to butter up old Larson. Soon enough, Alex stepped into the tent and nodded for me to help him lift the coffin. I set my teeth and heaved it. ‘Heavy’ doesn’t begin to cut it.

“Who’s in there?” Conroy asked, puffing a white cloud as he tried to catch his breath.

“Name’s Dutch.” Alex caught my eye and nodded in acknowledgement. I said nothing.

As sweet as his cold, dead daddy, Jack Conroy helped me lift the box. He waffled on in a voice tense with effort, about maps and letters, and gold dust in an envelope his father sent him on his deathbed. My heart ached at the thought of kind old Scotty, dying alone in his claim with that grey lump of diphtheria in his throat. We found him frozen one winter a few years past, and I left a bundle of purple lupines on his grave. My eyes started to burn and something in my throat thickened as I finished tying up my corner of the sled. I pushed past Jack to tie his side. He stumbled, his shoes struggling for purchase on the packed snow. Wolfish fury passed over his face as he regained his footing, then he calmed and went back to pleading his case.

“Everybody finds a little gold dust.” Alex assured him. “That’s what keeps you digging. But you have to strike it, and your father didn’t. Go home and find a regular job. You wouldn’t last a day out here.”

Something odd happened then. I caught the boy’s eye, still glimmering with hope, and realised three nuggets of truth at once: one; this boy was no stranger to craving adventure, glory, and a namesake, but craving food, craving heat? He had never wanted for these things in his life. Two; he had that grit in his teeth that showed the true conviction of his words. He would try to journey to the Conroy claim, with or without our help. And three; I had never known craving until I craved him.

“I’m a good worker, and I just want what’s mine.” He insisted, his soft voice strained in earnest as he trailed Alex’s heels. “I’m asking you to give me a chance.”

“Skunker!” I slapped the old man’s feet, sending him thrashing into wakefulness. You better back me up here you stinkin’ old bastard.

“Damn, what is it?” He exclaimed, limbs flailing as he leapt to his feet. “Alex!” He breezed past both Jack and me, still dazed with one foot in a fancy. “I was dreaming you, me, and Dutch was livin’ it up in Frisco! ‘Lil Quinn at a real college, the works!”

“Get the dogs ready.” Alex said coldly. This was his way.

“I hope Dutch appreciates this ride.” Skunker bemoaned, ignoring Alex’s crotchety comment and making no attempt to hide his annoyance for my sake. I damn well agreed with him. “‘Cause you shoulda died at your digs!” He hit the coffin with his fist. “Saved us a trip back.”

“Are you going near my father’s claim?”

“Scott Conroy’s son!” I called after Skunker. He turned on his heels, a half sceptical look on his face.

“What? Lemme see that face, kid.” He got up in the boy’s face and grabbed him by the chin, inspecting him close with beady eyes. Jack held his breath against the smell. “My God, Alex, he’s the spittin’ image of his old man! And I knew ya pa well. Clarence Thurston.”

“Jack Conroy.” Skunker slapped him into a frenzied handshake.

“You throwin’ in with us?” I knew I could trust old Skunker to have my back. I didn’t even have to plead a case for him.

“Yeah, I’d like to.”

“No.” Alex said simply. I knew this wouldn’t be easy.

“No? You’re taking him with you and you’re not gonna take me? He looks half dead already!”

I giggled. The first laugh I’d had since my daddy kicked the bucket. I slapped a mitten over my mouth to hide it and slipped away to wake up the dogs while Skunker bartered some gum out of him as an apology. Our wheelers, Fritz and Fatty, stirred and wagged their tails as I ran my hands through their fur, whining and baring their teeth in greeting.

“Hey, don’t worry about him.” Skunker assured him, waking up Digger and George, our swing team. “He’s just tired, that’s all.”

“Yeah, or he knows there’s gold out there and wants it for himself.”

“Woah, boy! You got the harness on the wrong dog.”

“Conroy.” I spoke up, meeting his hostile stare and forcing a calm over my body despite how flustered I felt. “If there’s one man you can trust in this damn place it's Alex Larson.”

He scoffed, seeming to ignore my words entirely, and rounded on Alex.

“Listen, if you don’t wanna take me, I’ll go by myself. I’ll get rich by myself too.”

“I think he’s crazy enough to do it Alex!”

“Skunker’s right.” I left the wheelers and sidled up beside him. “The Yukon will swallow him whole, we gotta take him.”

“Quinn, we can’t take him just because you think he’s cute.” Alex put on a shit-eating grin and tapped my arm with his glove.

“It’s not jus’ that.” My face heated up, but I saw no sense in denying it if it was already that obvious. “He’s got a musher’s spirit in him, even if he is green as snow peas, and I don’t wanna find him dead in the woods come summer and know we killed him.”

“Come on, Alex, he’s Scott’s boy!” Thank you Skunker! “Look at him, huh? How much trouble could he be?”

He cast a final sceptical glance at Jack, but conceded. Skunker winked. I stared him down for a second, admiring the swoop of his dark blonde hair, then let my lips twitch into a curt smile.

“I’ll take you as far as Klondike. Fall behind, and I’ll leave you where you drop. Understand?” Alex was all talk, as usual. Even if he wasn’t, he would realise soon enough that leaving this boy in the snow would mean signing two death papers at the Klondike post office.

“Yes, sir.” Jack beamed. At the sight of his smile, I felt the craving stir again, paired with a healthy portion of despair. I knew a virile young man like that would never make do with a musher girl who had lived amongst men so long that she had nearly become one, and often felt more dog than person; but to travel beside him for a while would be a gift.

Alex retreated to the tent to nurse his regret, and Skunker went out to the tuck tent to get some minced meat for the dogs. I went back to playing with the pack, settling beside them and letting the six team dogs crowd around me and vie for my attention. Jack came to sit beside me, eying me as cautiously as the dogs. The thin, agouti bitch who laid at the edge of the group got to her paws and came to watch him with her ice blue eyes. Her body was relaxed, though she let out a deep rumble

“Connie.” She turned her ear to me, but kept her eyes hard on the boy. “He’s a fine boy, he won’t hurt me. He’s Scotty’s boy.” Her ear twitched back up at Scott’s name. “Heel, Connie.” She stepped over to me, eyes always trained on Jack. “Sit now, girl.” She did. I reached over and laid a hand on Jack’s shoulder, stroking it like I would a dog. “Now do the same to me.” His eyes flickered to me, hesitant, but he did as I said. Connie cocked her head, then pinned her ears back and wagged her tail. “See girl, he’s alright.”

“Can I touch her?” His voice was full of wonder.

“You have to ask her. Give her your fist. Gentle now.”

Slowly, he raised his fist to her. Their eyes met. Connie froze, and for a long moment I thought she might bite him, but then her body relaxed and she licked his hand, then his arm, and soon she had climbed all the way on top of him to lick his chops. He giggled and squirmed under her weight and collapsed onto his back.

“Connie! Settle down, girl, he ain’t for eatin’! I know he looks tasty.” I wrapped my arms around her middle and lifted her off him.

“Thank you,” He puffed, clambering off the snow. “Um…”

“Quinn.” Meeting his eyes was almost painful. They were so blue, like a clear day when the sky reflects on the snow so bright it’s almost blinding.

“Ah, thank you, Quinn.”

I looked away and stroked down Connie’s hackles. Setting my teeth together to keep from chattering. Nerves make the cold so much harder to bear.

“How’d a girl like you wind up out here?”

“You noticed, huh?” I raised my eyebrows. “Not many folks do these days. I got used to being called ‘son’ years ago, on account of my boyish charms.” To his credit, Jack chuckles, though I was sure that must have been the first joke I’d told anyone but Connie-dog. “Doesn’t help having a boy’s name, neither.”

“I think Quinn’s a fine name for a girl.” He said it earnestly enough that I managed to spare a glance at him. “And I knew you were a girl as soon as I saw you.” I said nothing, only squished some snow between my fingers to hide my squirming. I almost wished he hadn’t seen me at all. “‘Cause I’d never known a boy to be that pretty.”

“Now, Jack-” I started, my embarrassment trying hard to fester itself into anger. Well, ain’t you living proof to the contrary?

“It’s the truth!” He shifted closer to me, and I shifted away in return, bringing my knees up to my chest and pulling my scarf over my nose. “So how did you end up out here?”

“Mushin,’” I gave him a sidelong glance. “Been out here with my daddy since I’s ten. It’s how I make my living.”

“Who’s your da- your father, who is he?” His face reddened, making me giggle. I hid my face in my knees to cover it.

“Who’s my daddy?” I lean a little closer, enjoying being the one to make him squirm. “Well, he’s a fella by the name o’ Ysbrandt Maarschalkerweerd, but ain’t nobody this side the Atlantic can pronounce that, so they jus’ called him Dutch.”

“Oh.” He took a moment to digest it. “Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, that’s life.”

“I-I suppose?”

“It is. People just up and die out here sometimes.” I pushed away one of the team dogs from licking up my ear without checking who it was. “It’s not so bad.”

“You don’t miss him?”

“Not as much as I miss yours.” I admitted. “He was more of a father to me than my own ever was.”

“Really?” He leaned in, brow furrowed in contemplation.

“Yeah. He checked on me a lot, and one time- musta been about thirteen- I stayed with him at the claim for nearin’ six months while daddy and Skunker mushed supplies up to Nome. That’s when he bought Connie-dog for me. We went down to Klondike a fair bit to watch the fiddlers, see, and one time there’s a little boy sellin’ puppies. Turns out ol’ Colton’s lead bitch got knocked up by a wolf while they were out in the woods. Cost your daddy a whole dollar, but she’s been an asset ever since.”

“Wow.” He stroked the brindled fur between her eyes with reverence.

“It’s right we take you to Klondike. I think if you live an honest life out here- you stay true, you never rob, or hurt your dogs- your bones turn into a new gold seam when you die. Your pa never struck gold, but he might have made some for you.”

“Huh.” He looked thoughtful.

“Don’t let this place kill your kindness, Jack. You might leave some gold behind.”

“I won’t.” He noticed the scepticism on my face and added more emphatically: “I won’t.”

“How old are you?”

“Eighteen.”

“Eighteen and still a green lil’ bean.” I shook my head. “You need better gear ‘n this. C’mon.”

He followed me dutifully to the sled where I dug around in my pack and produced my spare scarf, wool trapper hat that I usually wore under my coonskin, and a spare pair of fur cover-gloves to wear over his mittens.

“When you’re out in it, keep a scarf around your nose and mouth.” I pull the glove off my left hand with my teeth and show him the stub of my pinky finger, the missing tip on my index, and the hollow gouged into the pad at the base of my thumb. “‘Else you’ll lose ‘em like my fingers.” His eyes widened. “Wear these gloves over your mittens. I don’t have another coonskin, but you need more’n a baker’s cap to protect your ears. Tie it under your chin so it don’t blow off. You do that, you keep up with the sled, an’ you respect these dogs, and you’ll make it to Klondike with nothing missing.”

“Will they bite me?” He casted a nervous glance at the pack.

“No, but if you try anything abnormal I’ll bite you. They call me Dogtooth up at the Tlingit camp ‘cause a boy tried it on wi’ me and I bit square through his pecker.”

“Really?” He cringed, taking a step back.

“No.” I put my glove back on, smirking. “But you believed me, which gotta count for somethin.’”

“Did not!” 

“Did too!”

“Fightin’ already?” Skunker called out, hobbling along with two buckets full of fish.

“No, Skunker!” I waved him off. “Did too. Now come feed the puppies ‘fore they starve, get in their good graces.”

I turned to walk away, but Jack caught my shoulder and pushed himself flush against my back. I felt my heart quicken in that terrible, delicious rhythm as his lips brushed my ear. Every inch of me trembling with a craving like I had never felt.

“Did. Not.”

[earthstellar]

Beast Wars - Integrating Bot and Beast, Processor and Spark: What Defines the Cybertronian Sense of Personal Identity? An Analysis

"Once, we were merely robots in disguise! But on this planet, we Maximals have become something more. Maximal programming was designed to block our beast urges, but that has proven to be an error.

Our beast forms are part of us. Fighting our nature only made them stronger. We must accept both beast and robot forms.

Feel your core consciousness, find the programming block, and delete it!

Bring your beast and robot forms together! Let them work in harmony! And let them both make you stronger than you were before."

-Tigatron, Call of the Wild, S1 E19 Beast Wars

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There isn't much elaboration as to what "core consciousness" refers to, but we can assume it's the core of a Cybertronian's being and contains the basest elements of their personality etc., which suggests this may be both spark and processor related--In humans, our frontal lobe is where much of our decision making and opinion forming takes place, and that can be a significant part of someone's individual personality!

In Cybertronians, in various continuities, it is implied that the spark contains one's unique personal elements, what makes you, you.

In IDW 1, the reason why mnemosurgery is so frightening (in part, at least) is because it can alter your personality via altering your memories or by otherwise influencing your thoughts from that point onward-- So that is perhaps equally as significant as the individual's spark, in terms of personal identity.

Your experiences as a person help form who you are as an individual, just as much as your unique "spark" does.

Your life is unique, and what happens in it, how you perceive and experience those events, how those things change you and grow you into your own person, are also unique to you. On a mental level, we are all unique. Even if many people experience the same event, each individual person may perceive that event differently, with different feelings and understandings of what happened.

Likewise, physically, we are all unique-- Even though we are all the genetic product of our parents and ancestors, with epigenetic elements factoring in as well, this only serves to further individualise us.

Personal identity is a complex subject, and we don't have much clarity in most TF canon as to how Cybertronians may experience, contextualise, or define this-- And when it is touched upon as a subject, it tends to vary from continuity to continuity in various ways.

However, with a focus on Beast Wars, Call of the Wild addresses a potential incongruity between Beast and Bot modes; There is a conflict between the Cybertronian aspects of self, and the Beast aspects of self.

An innate clash between organic and mechanical.

As Tigatron states, there is a coding component to this clash: "Find the programming block, and delete it!"

This suggests there may be difficulty integrating organic/beastmode sense of self (the more base, animalistic organic instincts) with the more complex Cybertronian thought processes,which are mechanical in nature.

Whether a Cybertronian's "core consciousness" may be defined as being spark based, processor based, or both is not entirely clarified; However in other TF continuities like IDW 1, special importance is placed on a spark's individual or unique properties-- Such as with the Point One Percenters, which are noted for having particularly rare or unique aspects to their sparks.

So it may well be a combination of both, although in Beast Wars this is unclear.

Either way, it seems (at lest in Beast Wars) as though bots with beastmodes may have some difficulty integrating their separate modes, mechanical root mode and beast alt-mode-- And if these two distinct halves of the self are not integrated successfully, this may lead to losing one's sense of self to one's base organic instincts: Going feral.

Tigatron's method of resolving this issue and what he recommends to the others suggests there is a conscious, mental component to this: One can fight through the haze of organic animal behaviour, and make an effort to allow one's

It isn't actually 100% clear what this means, though!

How do the two aspects of self actually integrate? What are the implications of this for the individual, how does this potentially alter the singular sense of one's self identity? Is a new "self" produced, one that is equally organic and mechanical? How might this change their perception, thought processes, behaviour, etc?

The implications of this are huge, which is why I find it so interesting.

Having a beastmode may in and of itself alter one's sense of self and personal identity all together; Thought processes may be unique, may not be entirely Cybertronian, may not be entirely organic, a special blend of two vastly different natures within a single entity.

It varies based on continuity: There are some bots who were forged or otherwise created with beastmodes. There are some bots from colony worlds in which beastmodes are the default alt-modes. And there are some bots who obtain beastmodes later in life, long after their initial sense of self has been developed.

The concern in Call of the Wild comes from the concept that the bots are losing their Cybertronian sense of identity and upper/complex cognitive processes, as their frames adapt and seemingly develop a preference for their beastmode base instinctual behaviours beyond their conscious control.

The idea that this is even a possibility for Cybertronians with beastmodes is fascinating, and how any ultimate internal resolution or cohesive integration of organic and mechanical aspects of self actually occurs (and the total impact of that on the individual) is left undefined in any further detail.

After this, mostly things return to normal--But Tigatron notes that achieving this integration is something that makes them stronger.

This is likely referring to both a physical and mental stability that occurs once a beastformer has reconciled the differences between their modes of being, but it's not 100% clear if this may have other implications-- For example, there may possibly be increased physical strength or agility when one is more in-sync with their beast alt-mode, or one may be better able to utilise their enhanced sensory suite (playing off of the traits of whatever their beastmode might be), and so on.

If one fails to integrate their different modes, it is implied that they are then resigned to acting out their most base organic/animal instincts, unable to access their higher processing or Cybertronian root mode functions.

Essentially, beastmodes can potentially go feral.

And that's pretty wild to think about.

[graytrailcam]

Images done for Call Of The Wild (2020) done by Yoshihiro Takahashi

[lulublack90]

Prompt 19 - Determination

@wolfstarmicrofic August 19, word count 773

Previous part First Jegulus part

The bath was lobster hot, just the way Sirius liked it. His porcelain skin turned bright red as he sunk into the water. He splashed some of the water onto his face to remove the tear tracks and let Remus’s soft words gently lull his swirling thoughts into nothingness as he read Call of the Wild by Jack London to him from on top of the wooden laundry box. It was Sirius’s favourite book. He read it a lot as a child. He saw himself in Buck, being a sweet dog who was ground down and nearly killed by horrid people until he found a kind trio of people and was finally free. Luckily, the Potters weren’t murdered, unlike Buck’s friends, and he hadn't run off into the forest to live like a wildman, not that he hadn't thought about it, but something about the story of the giant bear-sized dog resonated with him.

In the morning, Remus agreed to ride in the sidecar of Sirius’s motorbike after fixing him breakfast. Remus hated the bike with a passion, so his agreeing to go in it showed Sirius how much he was willing to do to cheer him up. 

When they pulled into the long gravel drive of Effie and Monty’s house, the emotions and hurt from yesterday began pushing to the front of his mind again. He needed an Effie hug. He parked his motorbike beside the 500 and hopped off, holding out his hand to help Remus get his long body out of the tiny sidecar. 

Effie was waiting for him at the door with her arms wide open. He flung himself into her soft embrace and felt the tears slipping from his eyes again.

"Mum," He cried.

“Shh, my darling, shhh, don’t worry, we’ll get it sorted,” Effie cooed and walked him into the house where Monty was just putting the finishing touches to mugs of hot chocolate. Effie deposited him on one of the kitchen chairs and pulled hers up close so she could continue to hold him. He used the back of his hand to wipe away the tears and realised there were others at the table. 

Regulus and James sat opposite them. Sirius choked back a sob as his eyes darted to Effie. “Remus, messaged us all last night, my darling, telling us what that awful man had put up,” He looked at his brother and James and sniffled at them, trying his hardest to smile at them for coming. 

“Erm, I have something to confess,” James said sheepishly, dropping his head so he couldn’t make eye contact. “I knew about the videos, and there are other people that have filmed you,” He looked up then and met Sirius’s eyes, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I honestly thought they were just a bit of fun. I didn’t even see the ones where he’d gone into the back. If I had, I would have told you, I swear,” Sirius gritted his teeth, ready to spit something venomous out, but he couldn’t. He could admit that some of them had been slightly funny. When he had a go at that student trying to blame them for missing his exam, that was good, but the stuff between him and Regulus, there was a line, and it had been crossed. 

“Give me your phones,” Remus ordered, holding his hands out to everyone. “Monty, Effie, you’re about to join the world of tictok,” 

“What are you going to do?” Sirius asked, handing his phone over without a second thought. 

“I’m going to report every single video I find of you or our café on all of our phones,” With much scrabbling, everyone handed their phones over. 

“I’ve already got tictok, so you won’t have to download it,” Monty smiled, unlocking his phone for Remus.

“Oh, so do I,” Effie laughed, “Here you go my love,” She said to Remus as she placed her phone beside Monty’s.

Remus had a determination about him that Sirius had never seen. He sat there at the Potters’ kitchen table with all six phones and reported every single video of Sirius or the café he could find. Sirius had been hurt and Remus was protecting him. Sirius felt a surge of love for his lanky boyfriend. He pushed his chair back and leant across the table, grabbing the front of Remus’s knitted jumper and dragging him to meet him before planting a hard, love-filled kiss on his lips. 

“Thank you,” He murmured to Remus, and Remus’s golden, honey eyes became molten and burned into Sirius’s and, for the first time that morning, he wished they were alone. 

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[boanerges20]

Motolove. Call Of The Wild.

[catalisst]

[k9catastrophe]

A snack-sized list of books for my fellow therians !!

Most of these revolve around an animal main character [obviously], and you can get most of them from amazon, books a million, or maybe a local library!! I'll include links for most of them :)

A Wolf Called Wander by Rosanne Parry: Swift, a wild wolf cub, lives with his pack in the mountains. When a rival pack attacks, Swift and his family scatter, and Swift sets out on an incredible journey through dense forests, into barren wilderness, and across flowing water. The trip is dangerous and full of peril, and Swift encounters fie, hunger, hunters and highways as he wanders. Will Swift find the courage to survive? Will he ever find a place to call home?

I liked this one a LOT. It's also based around a real wolf named OR-7 (or Journey), who traveled 1,000 miles across the Pacific Northwest. There are 208 story pages [20 chapters] and 23 pages talking about wolves, with fun facts, and map of OR-7's 1k mile trip. The story pages also have beautiful illustrations on almost every one of them!! (My favorites are 193 and 221) 10/10, highly recommended for wolf therians :)

(You can buy it Here or Here!)

The Call of the Wild by Jack London: Stolen from his home and family, a dog named Buck must quickly learn the harsh law of survival among the men and dogs of the gold-crazed North. His intelligence, courage, and cunning transform him into a feared leader. As wolves attack and the men grow desperate, Buck must heed the call of the wild. Only the strong will survive.

I haven't read this one just yet. With 7 Chapters and 172 story pages, this one looks promising :)

(You can buy it Here! There's a ton of different versions, check which ones you're buying :sob: )

Pax by Sara Pennybacker: Pax and Peter have been inseparable ever since Peter rescued him as a kit. But one day the unimaginable happens: Peter's dad enlists in the military and makes Peter return the fox to the wild. At his grandfather's house three hundred miles away from home, Peter knows he isn't where he should be- with Pax. He strikes out on his own despite the encroaching war, spurred by love, loyalty, and grief. Meanwhile Pax, steadfastly waiting for his boy, embarks on adventures and discoveries of his own...

Apparently this is a two-part series, the second book being "Pax, Journey Home," though I don't have that one. There's 34 chapters, 276 story pages, and a few illustrations here and there. I'm only halfway done with this one, but I'm already giving it a 10/10 :3

(You can buy it Here or Here, and the second book Here or Here!)

Wolves of the Beyond - Lone Wolf by Kathryn Lasky: (The owl war is over. The wolf pack awaits.) In the harsh wilderness beyond the owl world of Ga'Hoole, a wolf mother hides in fear. Her newborn pup, otherwise healthy, has a twisted paw. The mother knows the rigid rules of her kind. The pack cannot have weakness. Her pup must be abandoned on an icy riverbank- condemned to die. But alone in the forest, the pup, Faolan, does the unthinkable. He survives. This is Faolan's story, the story of a courageous wolf pup who rises up to change forever the wolves of the Beyond.

I really liked this one too :) I only remember reading the first book. The first book also has a bear main character named Thunderheart, and I think there was an owl side character mentioned in the second part of it? There are 28 chapters and 219 pages, but there are also at LEAST 6 books: Lone Wolf, Shadow Wolf, Watch Wolf, Frost Wolf, Spirit Wolf, and Star Wolf. (I have the first three!! :)) Another 10/10 :)

(Buy the first book Here, the second book Here or Here, and the third book Here! I think you can find the other three on amazon, and Books-A-Million also has the fourth!! Can't link them all right now :[)

Wings Of Fire - The Dragonet Prophecy by Tui T. Sutherland: Clay has grown up hidden beneath a mountain, one of the five dragonets chosen to fulfill a mysterious prophecy and end the war between the dragon tribes of Pyrrhia. He's not so sure about the prophecy part, but Clay can't imagine not living with the other dragonets; they're his best friends. So when one of the dragonets is threatened, all five spring into action. Together, they will choose freedom over fate, leave the mountain, and pursue their destiny- on their own terms.

I only have the graphic novel versions of the first 6 books, but i highly recommend them all!! :) The art on the graphic novels give the characters a sense of life not even the Warriors graphic novels have, and I love it !! 10/10.

(I can't keep linking them all, but Books A Million and Amazon are where I look for them!)

Warriors - The Sun Trail by Erin Hunter: When a mysterious vision promises a land filled with prey and shelter, a group of brave young cats leave their harsh mountain territory in search of a better home. But great dangers await- and threaten to divide them.

This is a series that I think most therians and furries (And just 'weird' kids in general) alike recognize pretty quickly. I think The Sun Trail is the first book that takes place in the story, but I could easily be wrong. I actually don't have Into The Wild, but I recommend the entire series! 10/10 <3

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New Week, New Face

What if Nina's cutest of all pretty face adorned the cover of some record albums.

Neena Aron - Call of the Wild

Nina Björk - Debut

Nina Del Rey - Born to DIe (Instrumentals)

Nina Bush - The Dreaming

& finally Nina as the model on the cover of Foreigner's Head Games album