Welcome to Canis Major

a wolf and animal rpg (role-playing game)

Canis is a writing community for play-by-post (forum-based), freeform roleplay set in a fictional dream world in the intrusion fantasy genre. Most characters on Canis are wolves; many play elements are focused around wolves and canids, but the world makes room for a large variety of other animal characters such as dogs, horses, cats, bears, deer, and many, many more.

Our community is focused on flexibility, creativity, and collaboration. That boils down to a few important features:

  • There is no set activity requirement to write
  • The setting and plot are member-created and staff-supported
  • The game is continuously improved to increase fun and decrease stress

Learn more in our Rulebook!


Morning Fog
11-28-2023, 07:13 AM
Early still, the pale Ijiraq roamed a wooded copse low on the mountain. The air bit with a damp chill, one unmistakably made from winter, thick with a fog that she doubted would clear much come afternoon if Morðfjall held true to its normal. But, only time would tell for sure.

Her meander stopped when she heard something rustling over the underbrush--sounding like something moving quickly, too, and getting louder--closer. She couldn't see far ahead of herself into the fog, but tried anyway by following the noise. Tense with anticipation, she finally held her breath.

Through the trees near, a young doe deer came darting by, oblivious to the pale wolf in the wood and doing all she could just to run. Though only a glimpse of her was to be seen, at such a determined speed, Irura immediately suspected flight. It was much too fast for her to take on solo, so suddenly, and hugely unprepared. She was surprised, too. Though it did lead her to the next question: what was chasing her? That was no run-of-the-mill startle, even for a flighty deer. There was surely some cause, right? Her ears pinned back, listening to the sounds get smaller into the morning's fog. She didn't hear any wolves chasing it.. at least not this close. Hopefully this was not a packmate's runaway hunt.

Perhaps it was from a greedy, rowdy buck? Or another hungrier predator? Given the season and where they were, it seemed near a tossup. Questioning for any sign of this, Irura sniffed the winds. There was a chance the mountain would end that poor doe's rushing somewhere ahead, a drop-off unseen or likewise, and they would have an easy catch that way. Small, but she wouldn't discredit it in visibility this poor.

Now, stepping onward with a squint, she keyed up her own alert to potentially find out what followed. Just in case.

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01-10-2024, 07:28 AM
being vague on timing

While the coal and grey woman wasn't chasing the creature, she had been tracking it for some time. Always, it danced so near the borders of the mountain pack. So close did those hooves dances alight with the fire of life. If it had crossed over in to the lands of the wolves who called the peak home, the sjáanda (seer) would have ceased in her self-assigned task.

But it had not, so she had not.

Eventually, the ungulate must have figured out that the elder wolf was still following them and so gave up on their search for food, instead taking their chances to dart past another wolf.

So then, was it fate that brough the two of them together?

I mean no harm.

Her voice preceded her, calling out to the wolf she could smell ahead of her, on the same path that the doe had taken. Would the wolf attack? Or would she stay her fangs? Saga knew what she would have done.

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01-16-2024, 02:47 AM (This post was last modified: 01-26-2024, 06:10 PM by gerra. Edited 1 time in total. Edit Reason: letters )
Keened, her skin prickling with anticipation, she pressed on into the mountain's fog. Mindful enough--at least until she could get a better foothold on the true nature of the situation, the ghost stay poised to pounce otherwise.

The weather soon revealed a voice. Was it her hunt? Or was that only part of the tale? It very well could be and now with something better to track on, Irura kept to an equal approach, interested enough to have their paths meet. No harm, the stranger claimed, though this was not enough to dispel her guards. This still told her very little. Anun, she responded with a tip of her head, her teeth held tight once she could identify the wolf as not one she had seen. Tall, dark shades fading to light. Irura had to wonder of their business, if they were one of the jarl's. Winter's deepening hold on the mountainside and beyond made her want to assume the worst, but she had been just a stranger not long ago, too.

“Who are you?” she asked next for that clarity, stepping her way forth nose first. There were traces of fellow hunters, but no real familiarity deeper than that, which is what kept Irura tense. However, the Ijiraaq could make no claim to every face, past and present, of Hrafnsvaktin.

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