form quote: "stand by me, oh, stand by me."
basics ── kittredge, but he prefers kit for short ; cismale ; two years old ; heterosexual ; he is a siberian husky ; kit is one of the four patrol dogs in the lost pack ; his fragrance is a comforting mix of chamomile, the fresh crunch of winter snow, and, faintly, the stony fragrance of the mountains ; habits include winking, smiling nonstop, being nice to literally everyone. when he gets nervous he tucks his bushy tail in between his hocks and kneads the ground with his claws ; a brief physical description would be: a gigantic red siberian husky that has a stocky, thick stature and pale blue eyes.
love, likes, dislikes, fears ── he is currently open for romance! don't be deterred if he gets chatty with other females; he's just being his usual self. he's nice to everyone. and, it'll be obvious when he likes you - he might even be bold enough to say it! hmu with any romance plans, because i have nothing on this guy. he is interested in females like himself: mellow, down-to-earth sweethearts that aren't too confrontational or flirty, you know?? just normal lasses ; he loves the snow, and misses the mountains terribly. he likes eating roadkill and ingested a ton of bath bombs before his humans lost him during the big growl. likes frigid temperatures, roughhousing, and running with his fellow patrol dogs. he likes making things and dogs better, and loves encouragement / positivity ; he dislikes summer, the heat, and insects. he's terrified of snaggles in his fur, because his coat is so thick that it takes ages to groom. he's not a huge fan of dogs that are rude and harsh, because he's a big peacemaker and doesn't take kindly to those that try to ruin that peace ; kit fears . . well . . he's pretty dauntless. when you look at him, it's like there's no fear at all in his eyes or expression. the more relationships he forms, though, undoubtedly the more paranoid he'll get about losing them. he's just a big, hefty teddy bear that wants to keep everyone safe and close under his furnace of a pelt.
personality, skills ──
- caring leader with pure intentions.
- likes to inspire changes for the better, and feels as if the pack, with his help, is tasked with making the city and forest a better, safer place. he likes the thought of welcoming dogs big and small, no matter what they look like or where they're from, but with an alpha like caleb . . he thinks that such things may never come to pass. that doesn't meant he doesn't try: if he sees a stray, he'll feed it and take it back to camp with no questions asked, for example. it's almost in his genes to want more companions, make the pack better and stronger. if only he could get his alpha to agree with him . . . if only he was beta . . .
- he spreads kindness around like its a disease he must get rid of, infect others with.
- has a persuasive charisma, which comes in handy when trying to keep peace and smooth ruffled coats.
- very influential, and dogs often listen to what he has to say out of habit, because underneath all the goofiness there's something smart.
- takes care of those suffering or in need. goes out of his way to help strays. he can keep secrets, too, if it means helping someone, though it pains him not to tell the truth about anything. even white lies shake him up.
- optimistic and energetic, a chaser of his big dreams, and has endearing communication skills. he knows just how to get your attention, make you smile.
- he may seem like a goof, but he's really not?? like?? actually sensible, and knows when to shut up.
- he is always hungry, and when bored or a conversation has grown to a halt, he'll bring up eating in order to break more ice. "i could go for some rabbit right now . . oh! or maybe vole. i don't think i've ever had vole. isn't that weird?" "kit, we talked about this twenty seconds ago . ."
- kittredge's skills consist of talking through things, comforting others, and being loyal, steadfast, and reliable. his more [hysical traits include swimming, jogging long distances, moving at surprisingly swift paces, and, above all, fighting. that doesn't mean he likes it . . but he's built like a rock, so, yeah, he's bound to be good at something. and that something is using his weight and height - though not unjustly.
full physical description, brief history ── he is a gigantic fluff - inside and out. a red siberian husky, kit is known to have some of the thickest fur in the pack. and for hating summer with a burning passion. he has a thick, stocky build with a barrel chest, thunder legs, and paws that could crush a pup if he or it isn't careful enough. this gentle giant has multiple scars across his body and missing patches of fur are common from having to control strays or stop fights. his pelt is hardly ever clean: it is matted, thick, and hangs in tangled clumps across his body . . especially around his ankles, underbelly, and the underside of his tail. sometimes, when he isn't too shy about it, he'll ask dogs to help him preen himself; but even then, the hard work doesn't last for long, so he tends not to ask or do the work himself. he has a piercing set of blue eyes; they are as blue as the depths of arctic pools and are usually calm and filled with laughter.
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he never lived in the city, actually. his owners were there on a vacation from canada to visit family, and they brought him. by sheer chance, the big growl struck while they were there . . and because his vacationing family had not been warned about the earthquake in time, they tried to take him with them. they loved their husky, and weren't willing to part with them. when the big growl shook the earth, it caused their car to flip over, knocking his humans out. he had to stay there, bent over them, whining and prodding them to get up, while the big growl actually happened around him. eventually, he ran from the wreckage, the ground trembling under his feet, swam through the river, and met up with a group of dogs that were also running. he's been with the pack since it was formed by caleb.
