#sww asks

btw, just a thought

I heard that Crows/Ravens and Wolves have a symbiotic relationship

I've always been asking myself, what kinds of birds are in Lothal? If there are Lothwolves, there are definitely Lothcrows/Lothravens/some other name

For sure Anon! I actually designed lothpigeons awhile ago based on the pterosaur, anurognathus, so here's a lothcrow that's kinda of a mosh of pterosaur and microraptor :3

eeeeeee thank you so much!! So glad you remembered it, your tags absolutely made my day btw 🥰🥰🥰

I only really have Wolffe down as inspired by a Gray Wolf. I don't know about the other two.

Yeah I think normal grey wolf colors is good for them. They're all gonna be similar bc they're clones but I think Wolffe would be the darkest grey, Rex would be the lightest, and Gregor would be a little more tan colored. And they're all pretty salty bc they're old lol

top to bottom Wolffe, Rex, Gregor ^^

ANON YOUR MIND

Well since you asked, and bc I am SICK IN THE HEAD ABOUT IT, and bc it will be years before I get to that chapter for reals (and its actually like 3 chapters 💀), and I will not know peace until I get it out of my head, I dropped everything to bust out a much abbreviated draft version of it, I hope you like it :)

Let's just say they've both been through hell to get this far...

Continued when they find human Ezra :)

Now, I hesitate to reveal the full context, bc this is the one part of the story I really wanted to perserve the suspense. In part bc it's become the most important part of Lothwolfwalkers to me. I was also incredibly disappointed with how underwhelming and emotionally devoid their reunion was. They deserved so much better after so many years.

Not currently, though I do have two fics in progress that might be publishable in the forseable future! No promises though, writing is not my strong suit.

Which is why the series will remain primarily comics. HOWEVER I've accepted the fact that I'm going to have to supplement with writing in the second half aka the ashowka rewrite half. The first half follows Rebels closely enough that I don't have to fill in so many gaps but that's not the case with the ahsoka series. Now there's just way too much material to illustrate. Like it's over 50 chapters now probably and I'm still not done. Gonna be working on this au until I die ig 💀

E- "Now there's just you and me."

K- "Yeah, kid... there's two of us now."

HEY WHAT IF I CRIED AND SOBBED ON THE FLOOR ANON WHAT THEN 😭😭😭

Absolutely love Kanan being so comforted and heartened by Ezra being a Jedi now and he's not alone anymore, just as Ezra will feel the same when Kanan becomes a Wolfwalker and he's not the last anymore. I love how they uplift and support each other I love how much they love each other I LOVE THEM SO MUCH FOREVER

(and then if Kanan finds out about this, I imagine how he immediately hugs his dear Padawan tightly, whispering apologies and assurances that no one blames him...)

I've held this ask back for months, because dear anon, not only is this entirely possible but you inspired me to write an unofficial continuation of Chapter 11! I considered making this into a comic, but on this very rare occasion it just felt better in writing. I hope you like it :3

"Oh please, like you haven't gunned down hundreds of Imperials without a second thought," Ezra growled as he retreated to the edge of Chopper base, hoping to lick his fur clean in private. He did not feel like waking up.

Sabine followed him stubbornly, having interrogated him about the state of his coat the moment they deboarded the Ghost and were out of earshot of the others. At least she'd waited that long, even if she was breaking their silently agreed routine of leaving Ezra the hell alone. It had taken months to get them all to stop worrying about him. Or at least to keep it to themselves. But Sabine was practically fizzing with worry now, Ezra could feel it even if she only expressed it by yelling at him. It made his fur bristle.

"No shit!," she snapped back, "If someone is firing at us I'm going to fire back, I'm not going out of my way to kill as many people as possible, we've never done that! You've never done that!"

"Maybe they were in my way," Ezra growled back. Did she not realize the ambush they'd nearly fallen into if Ezra hadn't smelled out and destroyed the waiting reinforcements? She could've been dead right now, instead of berating him.

"You never used to bite, you never used to kill as a wolf. I asked you once why you never did, remember? You said it felt wrong, Ezra!"

Ezra stopped, hackles raised. This argument needed to be over.

"What are you saying, Sabine?"

"I'm saying you've changed."

It started as accusatory. But Sabine's voice cracked on the last word, like she was fighting back tears. And that was what made Ezra whip around in anger.

"So what if I've changed?!" He snarled, towering over her, teeth bared.

If I don't change, you'll die

Sabine had jolted back a step, and said nothing in retaliation. She held her ground and met his gaze in defiance, but something was wrong, and the growl died in Ezra's throat. She was shaking ever so slightly. The color of her scent shifted in his eye, tainted.

Fear

And Ezra realized in horror that he'd snapped at her. His jaws had clashed shut inches from her face.

Ezra was frozen. He could hear her heartbeat hammering against her ribs and it sounded the same as those of the soldiers he crushed so effortlessly in his jaws, his vision clouded red as he choked on the stench of terror and the blood filling his mouth. And in an instant Ezra knew he could crush her just as easily. He saw her broken body in the sand, her blood pooling at his paws and soaking into his fur, hers and Hera's and Zeb's. The vision suddenly felt so inevitable, Ezra could smell fear so strongly it blocked out anything else.

"Ezra?" Sabine's voice cracked through the haze. Alive. Here. Concerned. And Ezra realized the fear-scent was now his own. He clamped his muzzle shut and cowered away from her as she took a step towards him, hand out-stretched, stupidly brave. He could never come near her again. He should have run long ago.

"I-I'm sorry," he choked out.

Ezra turned and ran, barely hearing Sabine shout after him. He didn't stop running until he could barely breathe, and was surrounded only by wilderness where he belonged.