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werwolf setting related thingie

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this is who youre asking to work 40hrs per week btw

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It's so frustrating being a wild canine and simultaneously wanting and hating the comforts of the domestic dog.

I watch videos of people carefully picking out their dog's raw food, giving them luxurious baths, showing new collars and gear they bought for them, so on, and every time there's a little voice in my head that says "I want to be taken care of like that. That looks so nice." But whenever someone tries to do any of those things for me, the wild side of me revolts and makes me bare my teeth and reject it. I suddenly feel trapped and controlled and condescended to. Logically, I know I'm not. Those things are being given out of love and want for me to be comfortable, but I can't accept it.

I just wish I was able to relax and have the things that dogs have, I'll even ask for it, but then when it's happening, the collar feels like it's choking me, the brush feels like its yanking my fur, the toys reek of plastic, and then before I know it I'm snarling and shaking it all off and lunging to get back into the forest. I guess I'm just not meant to be domesticated.

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[My art, don't steal, tag if reposting]

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Meet Old Gray Guy, the wolf who saved Isle Royale. 

In 1949, a pair of wolves wandered across an ice bridge made to the Isle Royale, during a harsh winter from Ontario. Since that winter, the wolves that live on Lake Superior’s Isle Royale are completely isolated from all other wolves. Inbreeding was becoming a serious threat for the wolf population.

But in 1997, one immigrant male wolf injected some much-needed fresh genes into the mix, and we know because of the poop he left behind. The arrival of this extremely virile wolf may go a long way to keep the population genetically viable.

The Old Gray Guy (so-named because as he aged his fur became very pale, an unusual phenomenon) was larger and more territorial than most of the native wolves. His own pack grew to an unusually large 10 wolves, and displaced and drove to extinction one of the other 4 packs on Isle Royale. It was determined that by 2009, 56% of the wolves on Isle Royale had descended from Old Gray Guy. By the end of his eight years of breeding, he produced 34 pups.

Scientists expected that this would create a “genetic rescue” population boom, but it did not happen. The average reproduction after the Old Gray Guy arrived was no different from before. Yet this does not mean that he had no effect. What excites researchers about the Old Gray Guy is that he may have performed genetic rescue, which involves the sudden influx of new genes into an otherwise stale population. Isolated populations risk losing genetic diversity, which in turn makes them far more vulnerable to being totally wiped out by disease.

Sadly, the genetic rescue may have come too late for the Isle Royale wolves. While there were once three packs, now there’s only 8 wolves left, who suffer inbreeding problems, and right now it’s most likely their population will die off.

Read more on the current status of wolves on Isle Royale here.

(Old Gray Guy is the lighter coloured wolf in the middle of the picture)

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brief multi-media zine about lycanthropy and depersonalization <33

printable version under the cut !

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Savagery's Bloodlust 🩸🌕🗡

werewolf listener, I love her ❤

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you act like you never had love, and you want me to go without

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this therian post from 1997… i hope ur doing well now AJ i feel ur pain

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trying to learn how to draw anthro also !! it’s very hard and very fun

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awesome fursona lore

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silly werewolf transformation

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The trans flag should have a werewolf on it. Like how Wales has a dragon

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A comic based on this poem

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snuggle that transmasc werewolf. let him lick your face. kiss his top surgery scars. hold his muzzle between your hands and scrungle him around a bit. scritch his ears

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