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Pyrenean Wolfhounds are a breed recently discovered roaming the Pyrenees mountains, by a group of hikers. These hikers found a small pack of the breed, and brought it to the attention of local scientists, who have deliberated and decided that these dogs originated from the Russian Wolfhound, or as they’re more commonly referred to, the Borzoi. Their theory is that a small group of them was released- perhaps escaping from a campsite or home- or a crashed truck. Over quite a long time, the dogs began to adapt slightly, and develop a hardy body, equipped with grippy paw pads that allowed for them to scale the mountains more easily. Despite being feral dogs, they have cheerful, friendly personalities, and are now open to being adopted out to homes. Although they’re quite a rare sight, scientists have begun to breed them and they’ve become a favorite among families and singles alike.




Owner: zaika
Name: Maxim
Gender: male
Age: 3
Sire: foundation
Dam: foundation
Phenotype: red brindle w minimal white and mask
Genotype: kᵇʳkᵇʳ/Eme/Cᶜʰcᶜʰ/Bb/Dd/AyAy/mm/hh/Ssp/tt/ll/
Stats:
Intelligence:28 Speed: 40 Agility: 7
Stamina:56 Strength: 69

To win him, either write a story about him and his companion (can be an animal, human, other dog, etc) or draw him with that companion! Ends in 2 weeks, on August 3rd


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[crackerbox_palace]

Name: maxim ("maxie")
Age: 3 years
Collar: red with a horizontal black stripe [X]
Companion: jupiter the akhal-teke stallion

(I'm sorry I procrastinated and this is pretty much a premature draft. nevertheless I hope you enjoy reading!)

"Alright, Maxie. Are you ready?"

Inquired Jupiter, a fine, cremello Akhal-Teke stallion, none other than gold medalist race horse, and Maxim's playmate and best friend since childhood.

The cool, pleasant autumn air waded as a gust throughout the field and across the thick, red fur on Maxim's neck and back, delivering a rushing chill down his spine. The woldhound drew one long, deep breath before, he exclaimed with ambition,

"I was born ready for this race!"

His face beared a roguish grin, exhibiting his pointed, fierce teeth from his long snout. His expression was completely pungent of determination. I won't be defeated by Jupiter. Not again, at least. He thought to himself.

Jupiter let out a brief, scoff-like whinny in amusement.

"Whatever you have to tell yourself."

Although the two ridiculed one another frequently, they both could recognize it was all in good fun. Since Maxim was a puppy and Jupiter was a colt, the two have changed very much- what remained, however, was the spark of friskiness that was lit whenever they met.

"Any second now, we should hear the signal. And that's when you make off. To make this fair, you get a twenty second head start, since I'm the prize horse here!"

The stallion neighed noisily. Maxim barked in response to Jupiter's taunting,

"Nonsense! Now be silent and wait for the signal, or you won't be able to hear over your own prattling!"

"Oh Maxie, I'm only joking. In all seriousness, I wish you good luck."

"You too. You're going to need it more than I! Just you wait."

Now the two friends bided their time, eagerly shuffling about in the dust, and focused keenly on the green meadow before their eyes. How Maxim was ready just to bolt across the vast field, and to the distant, towering stone windmill, where he and Jupiter had determined would be their finish line.

Shortly, he shuddered with anticipation, growling under his breath with resoluteness. He took a stable pre-racing stance, paws pressing into the firm earth. And, before he could even begin to fret, the swift falcon gliding above the meadow let out a powerful, ear-piercing cry. That was the signal!

Within one split second, Maxim took a stalwart spring forward with all his strength, jolting out of the the dust, a rapid torrent of movement. As he sprinted through the terrain, swiftly as a bolt of lightning striking across the sky, he glanced briefly at Jupiter, who was galloping so graciously and dexterously up ahead.

Then, observing himself, Maxim came close to tripping over his own long legs on numerous occasions. He was certainly no race horse, let alone one as vigorous and flourishing as Jupiter.

Memories of his own defeat and failure began to fill Maxim's head, tormenting him as he was already falling even further behind his opponent. He became tremulous on his feet, but he wasn't going to let it prevent him from anything.

Abruptly, the hound put his thoughts of envy towards Jupiter to an end, clearing his mind of furthermore distractions. Who am I kidding? I shouldn't compare myself to anyone, especially not now!

Regaining his focus, Maxim fixed his gaze once again on the white stone windmill ahead. As he calmed his mind and retained concentration, and his legs carried him now with wide, sturdy strides, he felt almost as if he was flying across the field. It was a feeling unlike any he'd experienced in a race before, and, before he knew it, his inner strength of will had ushered him to the finish.

There he stood, panting heavily in an attempt to catch his breath, in the invigorating shadow cast by the windmill. Maxim was exhausted, more than ever. Everything was like a daydream to him now, for he was too weary to feel.

Then, Maxim noticed the familar noise, a click-clack approaching from the meadow, and suddenly, his senses rushes back to his head. It was Jupiter, trailing forth towards the windmill where Maxim stood in utter disbelief.

Finally, the horse trotted into the shade, where he recollected his breath and confronted the wolfhound.

"Well, well, I seem to have underestimated you! Congratulations Maxie. You should be proud of yourself."

Maxim still could not believe what had just taken place. In all his years of living on the pasture with Jupiter, he had never beat him before. Despite this, he'd finally done it, and quickly he felt a great surge of pride and gratification. He barked in excitement,

"Oh Jupiter!"

Maxim darted all about the grass like a wild stallion, his tail swatting briskly in the air.

"I have to thank you first, I really owe it all to you. Thank you for being the best teacher, friend, and brother I could ever ask for. You've taught me so much through our races and I could've never got here without you."

Jupiter pressed his muzzle against his companion affectionately and returned the praise from his beloved companion.

"And you've taught me very well today; I've certainly learned a lesson or two from you. Thank you for showing me the way to prosperity. It was you who trained with me all these years, and I'm so grateful to have you by my side."

The cremello stallion lowered himself to the soft, grass covered earth, and lay there, Maxim following closely. There, under the windmill, is where the two fell asleep to the lullaby that is the low rustle of the wind in the grass.

Even in his dreams, Maxim thought constantly of running, and someday being a racing dog. The night of the race, his legs scuffled in his sleep as he dreamt of what his future could be. And, with the help of Jupiter, he would never stop working hard to make all of his dreams come true.

[Lush]

Name: Cole
Age: 4 years
Collar: Light brown leather
Companion: Wip!! <3

[Namida_☾]

Name: Bryn
Age: 5 years
Collar: either a very dark brown or something like a muddy gold
Companion: wip<3

[~Rush Furry~]

Name: Archie
Age: 2.5
Collar: Green
Companion: “Aw man, I love Figaro! He’s a Pyrenean just like myself!”

Archie and Figaro have been buds since Figaro was adopted! When Figaro was first adopted, Archie was very curious. ‘Who was this?’ ‘Why is he here?’ He often thought to himself. After a few days, he took Figaro under his wing, treating him like his own brother. Archie and Figaro became best pals quickly. Archie showed Figaro around their country house and the pastures. He showed him the horses and cows and the other dogs. And that evening, they stayed outside and looked up at the stars. Archie told Figaro all about how Prince, Ulysses, and Chelsea taught him everything about the area. Ever since then, the two have been inseparable.

[roony]

name ─ alexei
age ─ three years old
collar ─ #ab1818 ( cherry red )
companion ─ woodpecker ( wip )

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little bump! This ends in 5 hours c:

[lovestruck]

zaika is the winner! The story was adorable and I loved the concept and detail you put in! Enjoy him <3

[crackerbox_palace]

thank you very much! :o