He is a dexterous Lupine and is a strange, sylvan creature calling to mind some
eldritch spirit of predation. Taking the form of a ravenous dire wolf, this
creature bears an elongated muzzle crammed with too many jagged teeth and a set
of broad claws, the edges seemingly honed to a razor edge and spattered with an
unknown substance that has long since dried and hardened into a black lattice of
filth. Small bones, glass objects and other, grizzlier trophies have been
braided into fur that fades and phases more than flows, its ethereal appearance
making its physical presence questionable. The green radiance that shines forth
from the oaken ocular caverns where his eyes should be finishes off this
otherworldly picture and a pale, featureless bone mask hangs from its neck, the
dead, empty eyes of the thing eerily contrasting the Lycanthrope's bizarre
visage. He is wearing:
a crimson Morgun poppy
a triangular wooden knotwork pendant
a tri-coloured bracelet of braided leather
a cracked hematite medallion of the Pride
winding, stained hide gloves
a pale, featureless bone mask
a lunar eclipse medallion
a blue crystal amulet
a water gourd
an obsidian stud
a white crystal amulet