#wolf rp

I've been in an art funk recently and been unhappy with most of the things I've been drawing. I think I finally crawled my way out of it.

i just picked a random not-too-far-before-today date (june 28th) for the dev log since i've been working on howlbert for a while; for the full dev log, check https://github.com/defendantratio/howlbert:

two straight weeks heads-down. the wild got meaner, the bodies got realer, the pack-less got their own path instead of a downgrade, and book one is wired end to end. here is everything that changed.

survival stopped being polite 

hydration replaced thirst across the board (it was always hydration, the bar just lied about it). every cooldown, every "climbs harder each time you repeat it" soft-cap, every diminishing-returns curve, gone. energy is now the only throttle in the whole game. energy never refuses a command, it just costs you: act at zero and you eat exhaustion and lose mood. it comes back three ways, all tied to how well-fed you are, a big chunk at the sunrise sleep, a little from resting, and a slow real-time drip while your wolf is idle during the day. a starving wolf barely recovers. pregnancy, nursing, illness, and winter all burn extra, so the wrong week can leave a wolf running on empty. hunters, foragers, and scouts tire slower at their own craft.

the body is real now

 reproduction and genetics got teeth, and courtship is year-round now, no more winter-only mating season. inbreeding is still allowed and still taboo, but now it carries a real biological cost: kin litters surface the family's hidden recessives, carry a heavier mutation load, and run a genuine stillbirth risk. blindness, deafness, and albinism are recessive and pass silently through carriers, so a defect can skip a generation and resurface when two carriers breed. pups and juveniles are physically weaker and grow into their strength. litter size tracks the mother's condition. a lone wolf can't just solo an elk anymore. elders now age into it too, dementia, wasting, growth-sickness can all set in with age, quietly, on a bad sunrise. small things, but they add up to a world that behaves like an ecosystem instead of a spreadsheet.

a spinal injury or a hard birth used to just lock your wolf out of the game for days. now it's a real cost instead of a wall, healing slower, yields worse, real risk if you push it, but you're never fully benched. push a bad spine too far and it can still turn into paralysis, though. some risks stay hard.

herbs that bite back

the healers' den got a full pass, twice. herb prep is now a chain, dry a fresh herb, then turn the dried one into a tea, rub, juice, poultice, gargle, ointment, sap, simmered milk, or eat it raw or cooked, and sweeten a tea or gargle, using methods a wolf could actually do with a mouth and no hands. no more "take as a capsule" in the compendium; if the text says it, a wolf can physically do it now. every "caution" in the compendium is mechanical: sedatives build tolerance and withdrawal, restricted poisons hit the DC and the dice their own entry claims, and toxic herbs used too long leave permanent organ damage, the sapping, bitter-water, yellow-wither, the trembles. eat something the book warns is toxic and you can throw it back up (there's a real vomiting mechanic, and it costs hunger, hydration, and mood). chronic diseases can't always be cured, but the right herbs give supportive care and can hold the sickness at bay for a few sunrises.

illness in the wolf tongue, and eleven new ways to get sick

 the diseases wear their wolf-world names now. gut-run, weeping-scale, the spotting, the long-forgetting, the sleepless. the clinical name is still there for you, in brackets, but the pack calls it what a wolf would call it. tight-chest (asthma), gut-twist (bloat), rasp-chest, the stopping, the dimming, stone-gall, foul-water fever, tick-bite fever, rot-fang, sting-water, and belly-crawlers are all real illnesses now, each with its own progression and its own cure. gorge yourself after a big kill and you can get gut-twist. drink from the wrong water and foul-water fever creeps in. an untreated broken tooth can fester into something that spreads to the blood.

the healers' grimmest lesson

medic apprentices can now dissect a fallen wolf to learn anatomy. it needs an alpha or a full medic in the den to sanction the training, and if you study a rival's body their pack's alpha has to allow it too. it's solemn work, it costs mood, and the fallen wolf's player gets a quiet notification. this is the in-world reason a medic understands the organs a normal wolf only feels as symptoms.

new prey on the wind

greyspire hunters now bring down mountain goats in the highlands; silverrush turns up water rats along the banks. small flavor, but your hunt drops should smell like your territory.

the pack-less life is its own path now, not a downgrade

loners and rogues used to just be pack wolves with the numbers turned down. not anymore, going it alone is its own way to play. no den, no denmate, no healer on hand, so untended wounds sometimes fester instead of closing clean, and winter bites harder with no shared warmth to sleep against. but a lone wolf reads the small stuff better: +30% scavenging, hares and voles pay better solo than they ever did in a pack hunt, and covering open ground on your own pays +25% more loot. you can bury a kill in a personal cache to keep it longer than the open hoard, though a scavenger might dig it up on you. howl alone into the dark and something might howl back, another disperser out there, or a patrol that doesn't like strangers on their range. and if you run with rogues, every score you pull raises your notoriety: packs hunt you harder for it, but the wild starts to fear you too.

two loners can build something of their own

the dispersal arc has an ending now. two lone wolves with a strong enough bond can found a den together, a real pack with its own name, its own treasury, its own alpha, not a hybrid loner state. other players can be invited in and grow it from there. a founded pack is a full faction now too, raidable, war-able, everything a great pack is. and it carries its founders' history: **founders' grit** is baked into every founded den, dispersers who chose each other and built something from nothing, and on top of that, whatever great pack heritage its current wolves carry with them shows up in the den's own trait. a den built by wolves who came from mistmoor and greyspire quietly carries a piece of both, and it shifts as the wolves living there change.

book one: the blinking is fully wired

Day 18 - Island of Mezaa(i)

Did any of you guys like to roleplay as a wolf on Roblox way back in the day? If so, you’ve probably played this one! The legacy versions of the Island of Mezaai are no longer available to play, but the modern version of the game has a museum section that memorializes the ancient gameplay and characters. This character here is Chorus, who was the tutorial NPC you could speak to in order to learn how to play the game. You will be missed, Chorus!