Profile of Amun: Quick Facts
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Basic Info
Full Name: Amun Tatanka Wi
Subspecies: Grey Wolf x Wolfdog
Sex: Male
Age: 2 (April 6, 2017)
Birthplace: Northern Territories
Subspecies: Grey Wolf x Wolfdog
Sex: Male
Age: 2 (April 6, 2017)
Birthplace: Northern Territories
Profile of Amun: Details
Appearance
A youthful face, strong jaw, and wild yellow eyes meet any onlooker. Amun is an average sized male, but keeps a consistently disheveled and boyish appearance about him, rarely grooming himself. He is a rather standard agouti colour, grey with bronze highlights and a dark saddle at his shoulder. His brow markings are slightly higher than average for a wild wolf - the only telling sign of his heritage other than a clueless step.
Personality
Amun is a young wolf. He is excited by small things, dulled by the fanciful, and inspired by the basics of nature. He does not identify with the dogs of his heritage. He knows nothing of such domestic beasts other than the bullying in his early childhood, but he is familiar with and sympathetic toward humans. For the majority of his life, they formed a major part of his social structure and provided sustenance. Because of this, he is a poor hunter. He views it less as a weakness and more as a freeing lack of ability to let him do other things...which he hasn’t figured out yet.
As an emotionally immature adult, Amun desires the things that were largely taught to him and lie within his genes - power, respect, and sex. However, he grew up with many sisters and is a reasonably empathetic and warm soul. He is quick to frustrate but difficult to anger. He sees beauty in everything, but considers few things as truly exquisite.
As an emotionally immature adult, Amun desires the things that were largely taught to him and lie within his genes - power, respect, and sex. However, he grew up with many sisters and is a reasonably empathetic and warm soul. He is quick to frustrate but difficult to anger. He sees beauty in everything, but considers few things as truly exquisite.
Biography
Born to a sled dog mother, Amun and his siblings were given to a local wolf enthusiast at a few weeks of age. Their original owner believed they would be useless as working dogs, and wished that they would live the best life as possible as outdoor pets. Their new human master, Mihail Keller, had a fondness for wildlife that had taken hold of his world. The beauty and connection he found through raising and keeping wildlife within the confines of his estate was, what he felt, his purpose in life. He was a steward and sanctuary for animals who had no place in the wild.
Amun was an easy puppy to handle. He took to the bottle well, raised indoors for the first three to eight weeks of life with his siblings. He knew soft blankets, endless supplies of food, and only the warmth of his siblings and the occasional hold of a human. He fed from plastic, and felt licks only from damp rags.
Early into Amun’s adolescence, he began experimenting with the fences of the enclosure of the estate. Mihail and his wife had put the younger litter into a separate enclosure that bordered the adult wolf pack to protect them, unsure how the established group would take to youngsters of a different bloodline. They were experienced with the introduction of animals with differing histories, but domestic blood was always a gamble. The couple reinforced the bottom of the fencing surrounding the perimeter to prevent digging out.
As the introduction process progressed well, eventually Amun and his siblings were combined with the pack. For the first couple of weeks, everything went smoothly. Then, disaster struck.
Hanun, one of three brothers in the litter, was killed by a female wolf in the established pack over a squabble lit by a raccoon carcass. The siblings were eight months old at the time, the female perpetrator inexperienced with pack life and stressed by the introduction.
The night it happened, Amun tried everything to escape the enclosure. While he could see there was a life here, he thirsted for more. He feared for his life. He wanted a way out for his siblings. A part of him wanted a way out for everyone. He had a desire to run, to hunt, to climb mountains and roll atop grassy hills. The young wolfdog in him ached for adventure and connection to nature. He wanted to feel untrampled grass beneath him. Bite into the flesh of a downed stag. Fear the chorusing howls of rival wolves.
Despite his efforts, Amun and his family were transferred back to their small enclosure, looking on to the captive wolves who had murdered their brother with a wretched malice between two chain link fences.
Several weeks later, Eiros, Amun’s sister, developed a limp from an abscess in her front paw. The caretaker Mihail and his wife darted her and took her for treatment, but what Amun saw was more. Eiros had been injured, and the humans had taken her forcefully. They returned her over a week later mostly healthy with fur missing in patches on her.
After thinking his plan through, a week later, Amun feigned a limp in his leg. The humans fell for it. They darted him once. He was dazed, but awake, and fell to the earth in a slumber. Mihail and two human males took him in a crate to a room. Amun slept.
He woke as they stirred him to place him back in the crate. Dazed, he wanted to try to stand, but could not. The humans grabbed his great mass and put him in the metal crate. They trucked him to the enclosure, threw him in, waited for him to stand, then left.
His plan had failed.
Months went by. The adult wolves on the other side of the double fence grew to resent the yearlings. It became clear that a safe reintroduction would not be possible. Every interaction was spitting. Snarling. Flagrant aggression without real cause. The groups had become rival packs.
Lady luck has a strange sense of humour, however. Amun was almost two years old when Mihail and his family began taking on volunteers to help care for their growing collection of animals. There were mountain lions that had to be housed separately. There were bear enclosures hardly large enough to hold an adult cow. Two injured wolverines were seeking protection under a limited veterinary care budget.
A day came when an inexperienced volunteer was told by a new manager of the estate to handle the feeding of the wolves. The established wolf pack went fine, as they took their venison portions without question. The younger wolfdogs, frustrated in the small enclosure and flustered by an earlier interaction with the adults, proved a problem.
The gate opened for feeding. The second gate opened for a second volunteer to help, and suddenly, three animals slipped out.
The three were Eiros, Gabrielle, and Amun.
They ran. What they escaped was hardly cruelty, but a lack of purpose and a falsehood of nature. They ran because it was the first they had the chance to. They knew not what lie before them. They knew not the impact it might have on a wolfdog’s lifespan, nor did they know who they were, what they wanted, or where they were heading.
They were lost.
Amun was an easy puppy to handle. He took to the bottle well, raised indoors for the first three to eight weeks of life with his siblings. He knew soft blankets, endless supplies of food, and only the warmth of his siblings and the occasional hold of a human. He fed from plastic, and felt licks only from damp rags.
Early into Amun’s adolescence, he began experimenting with the fences of the enclosure of the estate. Mihail and his wife had put the younger litter into a separate enclosure that bordered the adult wolf pack to protect them, unsure how the established group would take to youngsters of a different bloodline. They were experienced with the introduction of animals with differing histories, but domestic blood was always a gamble. The couple reinforced the bottom of the fencing surrounding the perimeter to prevent digging out.
As the introduction process progressed well, eventually Amun and his siblings were combined with the pack. For the first couple of weeks, everything went smoothly. Then, disaster struck.
Hanun, one of three brothers in the litter, was killed by a female wolf in the established pack over a squabble lit by a raccoon carcass. The siblings were eight months old at the time, the female perpetrator inexperienced with pack life and stressed by the introduction.
The night it happened, Amun tried everything to escape the enclosure. While he could see there was a life here, he thirsted for more. He feared for his life. He wanted a way out for his siblings. A part of him wanted a way out for everyone. He had a desire to run, to hunt, to climb mountains and roll atop grassy hills. The young wolfdog in him ached for adventure and connection to nature. He wanted to feel untrampled grass beneath him. Bite into the flesh of a downed stag. Fear the chorusing howls of rival wolves.
Despite his efforts, Amun and his family were transferred back to their small enclosure, looking on to the captive wolves who had murdered their brother with a wretched malice between two chain link fences.
Several weeks later, Eiros, Amun’s sister, developed a limp from an abscess in her front paw. The caretaker Mihail and his wife darted her and took her for treatment, but what Amun saw was more. Eiros had been injured, and the humans had taken her forcefully. They returned her over a week later mostly healthy with fur missing in patches on her.
After thinking his plan through, a week later, Amun feigned a limp in his leg. The humans fell for it. They darted him once. He was dazed, but awake, and fell to the earth in a slumber. Mihail and two human males took him in a crate to a room. Amun slept.
He woke as they stirred him to place him back in the crate. Dazed, he wanted to try to stand, but could not. The humans grabbed his great mass and put him in the metal crate. They trucked him to the enclosure, threw him in, waited for him to stand, then left.
His plan had failed.
Months went by. The adult wolves on the other side of the double fence grew to resent the yearlings. It became clear that a safe reintroduction would not be possible. Every interaction was spitting. Snarling. Flagrant aggression without real cause. The groups had become rival packs.
Lady luck has a strange sense of humour, however. Amun was almost two years old when Mihail and his family began taking on volunteers to help care for their growing collection of animals. There were mountain lions that had to be housed separately. There were bear enclosures hardly large enough to hold an adult cow. Two injured wolverines were seeking protection under a limited veterinary care budget.
A day came when an inexperienced volunteer was told by a new manager of the estate to handle the feeding of the wolves. The established wolf pack went fine, as they took their venison portions without question. The younger wolfdogs, frustrated in the small enclosure and flustered by an earlier interaction with the adults, proved a problem.
The gate opened for feeding. The second gate opened for a second volunteer to help, and suddenly, three animals slipped out.
The three were Eiros, Gabrielle, and Amun.
They ran. What they escaped was hardly cruelty, but a lack of purpose and a falsehood of nature. They ran because it was the first they had the chance to. They knew not what lie before them. They knew not the impact it might have on a wolfdog’s lifespan, nor did they know who they were, what they wanted, or where they were heading.
They were lost.
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