#adopted by wolves

[reviews-sky-1]

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Adopted by Wolves: The Complete Story by Stephanie Poole

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[rockymountainqueen2]

Hunter didn't run with the (dire)wolves, but he did spend the night with them.

Writing Request!

Hunter gets adopted by direwolves.

Sorry.

Hunter plucked a twig out of his hair. “No—you’re fine. I should have known better than to take a new palisman for a flight right away. Stupid of me to think I was experienced enough it wouldn’t be a problem, huh?”

He’d seen enough palisman awakenings to know that what Dell called their “teething power” was unpredictable, and they weren’t used to flight right away. He’d given the advice countless times—give them a second to figure out flight themselves before you hop on the staff. He’d also watched his advice be immediately ignored by countless young witches who wanted nothing more than to share first flight with their palisman, and had done the exact same thing he just had, shooting off erratically into the sky and crash-landing.

Despite the crash, despite the long trench he and his new palisman had left in the forest, Hunter’s body buzzed with excitement, with exhilaration. She’d woken up—and she was beautiful. He reached up to touch Waffles’ face, half expecting this whole thing to be a dream. But she was real and solid underneath his fingers, and he couldn’t help but let out a whoop of happiness.

He was answered with a mournful howl.

Hunter shut his mouth, falling instantly into survival mode. He teleported to the top of a tree, crouching silently in the branches and waiting, watching the forest carefully. A minute ticked by. Then two. He might as well have been part of the tree; he didn’t move a muscle. The howling didn’t start again, but Hunter’s ears twitched, picking up a pained yip, and snuffles. He leapt carefully to the next tree, barely shaking the branch when he landed. Then to the next, and the next, until finally, he found the source of the howling and snuffling. A direwolf pup crouched in the forest, one of its six legs caught in a steel trap.

Hunter’s breath caught in his throat. Seeing a direwolf pup in the wild was rare—mostly because the packs guarded their young jealously, and the majority of those who did stumble upon a wild direwolf pup were quickly ripped to shreds.

But this one didn’t seem to have the rest of its pack. It snuffled and whined, alone in the trap. Hunter watched for a few more minutes, waiting to see if the rest of the pack would give itself away. When the forest showed no signs of movement, he leapt down, landing softly on the ground and approaching the pup slowly.

“Shshsh, I’m not going to hurt you,” he murmured, “I’m here to help.”

It was startling how similar direwolves looked to the pictures he’d seen of human realm wolves. He supposed that was where one or the other had gotten its name. Aside from the extra set of legs, and the tusk-like fangs that curved from its lower jaw, this pup could have jumped right off of his T-shirt.

Hunter examined the trap. It was a fairly simple model—he poked the trap demon in the eye, and it let go, glaring at him. Hunter gently lifted the pup out of the trap, glaring right back at the trap. It was small, far too small to catch a full-sized direwolf. Either the trap had been meant for something else, or poachers were after the pups for exotic pets.

Heavy teeth sank into Hunter’s arm, but the puppy didn’t have the bite force to actually break skin. Hunter lifted his arm up to look the dangling pup in the eye. “Stop that,” he commanded the puppy sternly, “I can’t bandage your leg if you’re chewing on my arm.”

To his surprise, the pup let go. Hunter rummaged through his apron pockets, pulling out a pair of heavy gloves he used to handle some of the more clawed palisman. He mentally kicked himself for not using them earlier, but better late than never. He didn’t have bandages with him, but his polishing cloth was better than nothing. He tied it swiftly around the pup’s injured leg, just the right tightness to stem the bleeding. As thanks, the pup bit him again, with no effect on his gloves. This time, it was easier to shake off.

“You’re welcome,” he told it grouchily, “Go find your pack.”

Waffles trilled a warning, and too late, Hunter realized he’d let his guard down. Eyes glittered in the trees, and a low growl hummed through the air.

Hunter dropped the pup like a hot potato and jumped to his feet. A quick spin told him that the direwolves had him surrounded, but they hadn’t pounced yet.

The pup, he realized. They were giving him space and judging whether or not they could rescue the little creature. How long would that hold, though? What was more important to a direwolf? Pup safety, or revenge? No research had been carried out successfully. Due to the ripping-into-shreds tendency.

Hunter made a choice that was either absolutely brilliant or the last thing he would ever do in his life. Before the wolves could make their decision, he scooped the direwolf pup up and threw it towards one side of the circle.

The startled yelp and the look on the pup’s face as it flew through the air was so comical Hunter would have laughed if he wasn’t so worried he was about to get mauled. But his gamble paid off—the entire pack lunged towards the pup to make sure it was alright, for the moment forgetting about the interloper in their midst. That one moment was all Hunter needed. He bolted, teleporting away to give himself extra time.

Fly? Waffles chirped. Hunter shook his head. He’d love to—and most times, it would be the best option. But he could feel the magical energy still bursting out of Waffles at the seams, and he couldn’t risk another crash, not right now with direwolves on his heels.

The pack recovered from their surprise and Hunter heard their howls tear through the trees. He ran faster, vaulting over rocks and fallen trunks, occasionally teleporting again when he could feel their steps thrumming in the ground and hear their panting behind him.

Snap

Hunter’s momentum kept him moving forward so fast he didn’t even realize for a second what had happened until he was abruptly yanked to a stop, and his left leg exploded in a riot of tearing pain. Hunter crashed into the ground, but he barely felt the impact. The direwolves howled again—no—wait—that was his voice, screaming.

Hunter’s breath seized up in his chest. The ground turned into a blur. His leg throbbed. Direwolf teeth snapped closer and closer.

Ding

A sound like a pealing bell rang softly through the trees, and a haze of golden light tumbled around Hunter, just as the first direwolf closed the distance. The creature thudded heavily into the golden bubble that surrounded Hunter, its claws scrabbling uselessly at the surface.

His staff floated in front of him, wings outstretched. The golden light cast strange shadows, concealing any color of the bird, and Hunter squinted, his head spinning.

“Flapjack?” he murmured. He knew, somewhere in his gut, that he was wrong. But it felt so familiar—so right.

“Safe,” Waffles chirped, and just like that, the spell was broken. Flapjack was gone. But the palisman he did have—his brave, beautiful, loyal palisman—was still there, protecting him. “Keep safe.”

Hunter dug his fingers into the dirt, taking deep breaths and steeling himself to look down.

Another trap demon had locked its jaws around his leg. The thick steel had bit straight through his boots, and already blood oozed out around its teeth.

Hunter’s stomach heaved, and he tasted bile.

Can’t breathe, he thought dizzily, and laid down flat on his back. Just breathe, breathe, breathe. He pulled up a handful of dirt, pouring it slowly onto his forehead. The steady pressure of the falling soil dragged him back down into his own body, and he took a deep breath, repeating with another handful of soil. Outside, the direwolves settled, pacing around the golden bubble. But inside the shield, inside, Hunter felt the stillness of the forest seep into his bones. If he died here, the forest would move on. It was strangely comforting

Hunter sat up, moving slowly and carefully to avoid moving his leg and setting off a fresh round of tearing. Still, every second felt like knives stabbing further into the wound. With a clear mind, Hunter could see that the wounds hadn’t actually bled that much—the jaws, for all the damage they were doing, prevented the blood from exiting the wound.

He was out of bandage substitutes. As long as Waffles could keep the shield up, he’d be safe from the direwolves. And as long as the trap demon remained lodged in his leg, he wouldn’t bleed too badly. Trying to leave now was certain death. But he couldn’t stay here forever.

It almost felt wrong to summon his penstagram scroll, like he was breaking the forest’s calm. But, he argued to himself, all creatures had a way to communicate distress to their fellow animals. This was simply his howl.

Still, he kept his messages short. One to Eberwolf, and another to Viney. He trusted them to tell anyone else who needed to know. Then, the call completed, he sat and waited. Only a few direwolves remained pacing. The others laid a little ways away, playing with their pups and leaving the hunt to their fellows.

Hunter watched the remaining hunters. They watched back. And slowly, one by one, they drifted off. Only one stayed. It laid down, but kept its amber eyes fixed on him. Hunter met its stare. Neither of them broke eye contact. Somehow, Hunter was certain that if he did, the wolf would call its pack, and they’d attack the shield until Waffles couldn’t hold them back any longer. Finally, the direwolf yawned, rested its head on its paws, and closed its eyes. Hunter breathed a long sigh of relief.

The respite didn’t last long. The golden light around him flickered, and Waffles chirped an apology. The direwolves perked up. The shield flickered again, then went out entirely.

One

Two

Three

Hunter’s heart beat a quick tempo in his chest, but he didn’t dare move. If he ran, he was prey, and he wouldn’t stay out of their reach this time. Waffles fell to his hands in staff form, ready to fight.

The direwolf closest lifted its head again, slowly rising to its feet. It took a few steps closer to Hunter, unconcerned. It sniffed the trap around Hunter’s leg first, its lips peeling back in a snarl of disdain. Then, its nose came inches from Hunter’s dirt-streaked face. It snorted, sending a blast of hot air in Hunter’s face.

Then it laid back down.

The rest of the pack followed its lead, sniffing Hunter’s face, then settling in a big pile around him. One of them started to lick Hunter’s injured leg, but stopped when Hunter yelped, his stomach heaving again. He dug his hand back into the ground, settling his breathing back down. He had to stay a calm part of the forest. Otherwise… he didn’t want to start to think what they’d do to him.

Despite the danger literally surrounding him, Hunter couldn’t help but lean back, resting against one of the direwolves’ flank. The steady rise and fall of its breathing slowly lulled him into an easy sleep.

Waffle’s chirp woke him. The sun had risen, dappling the forest floor with light. And sitting in a circle of happy direwolves was Eberwolf, who seemed completely unconcerned with the massive creatures, despite the fact that he held their injured pup in his lap.

“Good sleep?” Eber signed, letting the pup go.

Hunter sat up. His head pounded, and his mouth felt drier than the Titan’s palm. He couldn’t feel the trap around his leg anymore—in a panic, he sat straight up, dislodging a puppy that had curled up on his chest. But to his surprise, the reason he couldn’t feel the trap was because the trap was gone, and his leg had been wrapped in clean bandages.

Eber chuckled. “V-I-N-E-Y. You slept. Took all her magic to keep from being torn.” His face split into a proud grin. “Not like me. Not like you.”

“Mrgh?” Hunter managed. The puppy he’d dislodged crawled back up to him, someone discontentedly. Hunter scratched its ears to placate it. “What happened?”

“Part of the pack now.” Eber howled, as if to emphasize the point, and the rest of the pack howled with him. And strangely, Hunter felt a deep pull in his chest, too, a call to open his lungs and heart and howl with them.

Eber grinned again. “Helped a pup. Didn’t back down. Showed good defense. Earned respect. And trust. Very good.”

“Oh,” Hunter responded faintly. The fact that he’d even survived the night surrounded by a direwolf pack made his head spin. But still, a glimmer of pride shone underneath that. Not many people could say they’d befriended a direwolf pack—especially not one with pups.

“Very good,” Eber repeated, “Now? Time to go home.”

Hunter felt a twinge of sadness at the idea of leaving the forest behind, but the feeling was quickly overwhelmed by a wave of relief. “Yes, please.”

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[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny, Jason, Tim and Damian get Isakaid into a high fantasy world.

Jason is enjoying himself due to his love of period dramas and Damian has somehow managed to gain the class of Beast Tamer. Do not ask how many animals he has the answer is too many.

Tim at first was suffering immensely thanks to the lack of tech and many of the things he loved from the modern world being missing (thankfully this world does have indoor plumbing) until he realizes he can just make some of the stuff himself as an inventor.

Danny tries to flee, seeing as the reason they're in this mess to begin with is all Dannys fault (authors choice as to how) but kept getting recaptured until he stopped. Now he helps the others with whatever they need in-between trying to find a way home and stargazing.

Unfortunately for the isakai world the bats are scary no matter where they are. They become a party in a guild and-alongside Danny-basically stomp everything flat.

[lunaotic]

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[weirdoldmanhoho]

I'm pretty sure I've said this before but the reason my Elrics & Roy relationship tag is "Roy is a dad" is NOT because I see their dynamic as adopted dad and kids or think it's particularly parental

it's because the idea of Roy willingly saddling himself with two chaos-prone teenagers and ultimately making himself the closest thing to their guardian (outside of Pinako who is mostly unaware of what they're doing at any given time) while being so completely unprepared for and annoyed by is so funny to me

my guy, you did this to yourself

you encouraged a minor to join the military, put him under your command, and then failed to be heartless enough to NOT care about his wellbeing, you forced the role of guardian on yourself

my elrics & riza tag is "riza is a mom" because riza is a Mom

[thirea]

Wolf Demon Witch

One more witch, now just outside of Witchtember if you thought I'm done no I'm not.

She is an adoptable and auction for her is now up on my discord server HERE ♥

[oh-no-its-bird]

Bad news: So you fell from grace for your fathers sins and now everyone is pretending you don't exist, including ur cousin (and former closest friend) also ur now basically in charge of raising your little brother bc ur moms having a mental breakdown off screen. U are only 15.

Good news: Umm so there's this new budding ninja village only 2 years away from being made where no one knows who u are <3

Early Konoha oc art pt. [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]

[hoofpeet]

Disjointed 'Ingo gets adopted into a zoroark pack' thoughts

[nakaremfarlei]

Was just thinking about the amount of animals Obi-Wan interacts with compared to literally everyone else and in the Clone Wars episode where Kamino gets attacked he literally gets saved twice by the same ray-like animal and just...

The growth from judging Qui-Gon for the 'pathetic lifeforms' he picks up to whatever he has going on during the Clone Wars era. He must have gotten that from Qui-Gon though, right?

And because it's my brain and it's rotting with all the star wars stuff I am consuming I was thinking of Obi-Wan saving all these creatures and the 212th having to deal with that. Surely they made one of the rooms pet proof in case one of them needs a new home. There also have to be clones who love that because of course Obi-Wan can't really take care of rescues on top of all his duties.

After the first few times this happens Cody learns to order animal food and other necessities. And if the Republic doesn't fulfill these requests or asks too many questions he'll just have to make sure to organize them on planet during the campaigns.

[springselkie]

doodled some designs changes for leviatha and part of his famiy 🐺

[staniqs]

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[tttewolves]

Chapter One: The Discovery

Birds chirped happily as the squirrels and rabbits came out to play. The squirrels were playfully fighting over acorns while the rabbits were hopping around. Everything seemed peaceful until they stood upright, twitched their ears and saw a light blue wolf.

Freaking out, they all run away from the scene. The light blue wolf had no interest in hunting, but rather, taking a nice stroll. The wolf’s name was Edward. Edward looked up to the sunny blue sky as he took a deep breath and exhale with such content.

“It’s good to have some peace for once.”, Edward sighed as he smiled.

He continued his trail across the forest’s path when it’s suddenly broken by an unfamiliar sound.

WAH! WAH! WAAAAHHH! WAAAH! WAH!

Edward paused his track as his ears twitched. He turned his head sharply and gasped, “What was that?”

Without missing a beat, the light blue wolf darted as fast as he possibly could while following the distressful cry. He wondered what produced that noise. Was it a baby wolf? It can’t be as he knew that’s not how a baby wolf would sound. A baby bird? It’s possible but that’s one big cry from a tiny bird.

He stopped on the top of the rock nearby as he looked around carefully.

WAH! WAAAAAHHH! WAH! WAAAH!

He looked towards the river nearby and followed the river. The more he travelled, the closer he got to the source of the noise. But before he could go any further, he tripped over something.

Groaning in agony, he slowly got up until he looked down a saw a trail on what appeared to be blood. He gasped as he followed the blood trail and noticed some paw prints that led him to something he would never forget.

He looked down and gasped in horror. There, lay a deceased woman, lying, brutally mutilated as she looked unrecognisable.

“Oh dear Lady.”, Edward whispered.

However, before he could continue to investigate a bloody scene, he heard the familiar noise.

WAH! WAAAAH! WAH! WAAAAAAAAHHH!

Edward lifted his head with his ears perked as the noise was coming from behind the bushes. There, he slowly approached to the bushes until he popped his head from the other side.

What he spotted was a basket. Confused, he slowly walked towards the basket before it began to move violently as the crying noise continued. Edward stopped his track and gasped.

However, he continued to get closer until he sees a pink blanket, covering something that was clearly alive as it was kicking and rolling. Edward tilted his head in confusion before he grabbed the pink blanket with his mouth and removed it.

To his astonishment, he sees a tiny human being.

“It’s a she-human’s baby.”, he gasped in surprise.

However, before he could take any action, the baby stopped crying and rubbed her eyes before looking at the blue wolf. Edward tilted his head with a whining puppy noise as the baby mimicked him.

Curious, he put his muzzle in the basket and sniffed. The baby cooed and giggled before reaching her hands to his muzzle.

Startled by that, he lifted his head and slowly back away as the baby laughed. He was stunned. The infant seems to show no sign of fear. He couldn’t get it. Most human babies would get scared.

He pondered for a moment before he decided to walk away. But when he did so, the baby began to cry again. Edward’s ears folded as he closed his eyes. He couldn’t help but feel guilty to leave her all alone.

He looked back as the baby cried harder. He thought, “The poor dear. She lost her mother, yet we wolves fear humans. Yet, I can’t just leave her to die in the wilderness, and taking her back to any nearby village is NOT an option.”

After battling with his thought, he sighed as he slowly approached the crying infant as he gently licked her tears. The baby looked up, surprised to see him as she cooed and reached her petite hands to his muzzle.

Unlike the first reaction, he stood still and looked into her green eyes. Something was telling him that she was pure and innocent. Something also told him she has a big destiny awaits for her. The infant couldn’t help but giggle.

Slowly but surely, the baby girl win his heart as Edward smiled gently, “You’re now mine.”, he cooed at his ‘pup’, “You will now be raised as a wolf and be a wolf. But… I hope my pack will accept you. You are fragile after all.”

And with that, he picked up the basket with his mouth and carried the baby away. While the basket swayed gently, the baby let out an adorable yawn as she fell asleep. Edward looked down at the sleeping infant and chuckled. However, he looked forward and got worried. Will his pack accept this human baby to be part of the pack?

[teecupangel]

Since a lot of animals have been suggested as Desmond reincarnation, I thought about a more angst path idea, Desmond as a feral child.

It would go somewhere that Desmond had run away from home around a very little age, growing up around (idk it depends of the character(s) you want to take care of him like an eagle for altair or a wolf pack for the whole Kenway's-Auditore's- Ibn-La'Ahad's as family's, even all the assasins as a big pack idk) but neither the Creed nor the Templars can find him, all they know is that he is nowhere to be found, since Desmond didn't go to the city as or try to get the motorcycle as the original. The whole Farm would have look around near forests, city's, towns, everywhere, everything, but they just found and old stuff animal (also yours to choose) ripped apart, and some drops of blood, no signs of fight, just the infance of the little boy left behind. From his things where missing some clothing and a little knife so at leat he could defend himself. Even Minerva and Juno start to freaking out, because time is running away to save the world, and their key is missing.

I mean…

Black Hills is pretty isolated and it’s a mountain range so they will definitely have problems finding him. Just trying to search the entire range is dangerous even for Assassins.

In this one, maybe instead of running away, it’s a training gone wrong?

Desmond did say in his memories in AC Revelations that they have exercise before breakfast and used the creek to get clean (I assume this meant that they would clean up after exercise before returning to the Farm) so maybe, in one of these exercise sessions, things got chaotic.

Maybe Desmond was separated from the others.

Maybe a wild animal forced them to run in different directions.

Maybe the weather turned severe all of a sudden…

Whatever the reason may be, it ends with Desmond being separated from them. He’s too young and lost so he keeps walking until he meets a wolf cub who hears his crying. The wolf cub leads him to their den and he sleeps there.

From there, he ends up being raised by a pack of wolves that acts… both wolf-like and not wolf-like at all.

What they find later on would be the ratty remains of Desmond’s clothes, dirty with specks of blood. Enough blood for them to fear the worst.

If they had the proper equipment they would have known it wasn’t human blood but animal blood.

They were the sounds of howling sometimes but they never see the wolves.

(Instead of weaponry though, there are articles that talk about how feral children have similar characteristics as the animals who raised them so, in this scenario, Desmond would rely on sharpened claws and teeth)

After the world burns, humanity tries to build from the ashes but chaos and distrust rule among them.

They do hear the whispers of a wolf pack with a strange humanoid being with them. The wolf pack is well known because they travel into cities. Many believe that they are traveling to cities maybe because the Solar Flare had destroyed their original habitat.

The strange thing is…

The wolf pack seemed more intelligent than normal canines.

[lunaotic]

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[snowymountain]

I’m thinking about how in the wolf trio (warriors wild and twilight) twilight TWO times just went “you’re coming home with me!” Except for in wilds case twi just taught him. BUT my point still stands!!!