Basajaun

Name: Basajaun

Species: Eurasian Red Wolf
[Anthropomorphic]

Age: 2 1/2 Wolf Years [The equivalent of being about 18 or over in a normal human society]

Height: 5'5
Weight: 9.5 Stone / 60kg / 133 Pounds

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Main Hobbies / Interests: Athletic activities like soccer and football, practicing and researching medicine, collecting soft and plush toys and charity work.
Likes: Outdoors, Autumn, Sunshine, extensive walks and running, keeping active and on the move, helping others and soft squishy things like plush toys.
Dislikes: Staying indoors for too long, Spring and Winter, becoming lazy and/or unfit, being a burden or nuisance to others, swimming and thunder.
Fears: Astraphobia and Hydrophobia.

Personality: ESFJ - The Provider

Background:
Basajaun comes from the deep forests of Kazakhstan. You see, he wasn't really born anywhere special and he wasn't rare at all in that area, no no... He was just a normal little wolf cub with two beta parents, also being born a beta himself. He wasn't the top dog but he wasn't the bottom dog either, just average, and boy did hid father bang that into his tiny little head since day one. Basajaun didn't mind, he knew to be grateful for what he already had and not to pine or mourn over things like ranks and never being 'the best', it just never really struck him as a necessary thing in his life.

No he rather liked his mother over his pessimistic father anyway! She taught him the differences between berries, how to hunt small pray and when to hunt them, she taught him right from wrong and she even taught him the basics in medicine! For whenever he or somebody else got hurt and nobody else was around to help him or them. He didn't really hate his father though, despite his grumpy mood and slight conflict in ideals and such, and seeing that he wasn't really into fighting other wolves... His father just put all of Basajuan's rather irritable energy into more sport-like activities and just keeping healthy and active in general. Turning his excessive energy from annoying to "somewhat more tolerable, if only he was born a fighter, woe is me" - Basajaun's Father.

His collar? A strange fashion choice he picked up from some household pets he'd sometimes see being walked by their owners just outside his forest, he thought the collars looked rather fancy, eventually looking towards clothing and - at times - wearing that too as he grew older! Eventually he decided to leave his family and his pack in order to join a new land for new possibilities and adventures...

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Basajaun is Owned By: Me
Art By: DamuLion