Appearance

Growing long and lean, dressed in earthy shades just barely tipped in white. He has pale, sky-blue eyes.

Personality

You live and you learn.

History

Now far more than a suspicious clump of cells that secretly put together a puppy... in The Elk's Crown, Weirs and his littermates were an unexpected arrival for the queen of Elkshire. They grew, given the bare-minimum from their mother while packmates and siblings picked up any slack. The puppies knew no different and grew up accordingly. Once they were old enough to begin their Déorwine teachings, Weirs learned he is considered marked (albeit only slightly) in the white their family so despises. It highlighted to him how he and his littermates were handled differently already.

Not long after, Faust was attacked mysteriously and then some of their elder siblings disperse to various reasons. In light of all this, Weirs eventually began to explore more freely and vaguely found an interest in fishing. Right as he did, the waterways of their home were poisoned--unknowingly to the residents until Seaver suddenly died. Others turn up with various degrees of illness after, a grieving Weirs among them. The source turns out to be rotted contamination. He recovered, but faced a setback for several weeks; a lanky Weirs faces his first winter, a touch uncertain of his true footing in the pack, but quietly trying anyway.