Instinctual. There is always an expression in his eyes that advocates thinly shackled urges of ferocity and a regressive nature that ties him to his species. Vehiron is not one to shrug off instinctual impulses, but neither is he so rudimentary in his way of reasoning. He is a wolf first, and reasonably sentient the second. Above all, he considers in restraint...unless provoked. He is not above acts of aggression or petty dislike. Moreover, there are times in which instinct cancels out sentience, and he is left wanting; suspended in a moment of dubiety. More often than not, he leans toward his bestial whim, even if his actions are misplaced in a delicate state of affairs.
INDENTBlunt. This coincides with his primal nature, but this needs to be touched upon. Rarely does he see the use of innuendos. The sky is blue, the grass is green – nothing beyond that. To Vehiron, romanticism is unneeded, but he does not despise those who speak flowery words or verses. But in times of strife – namely war – he is quite intolerant. There is nothing resplendent in raiding, murdering, thieving or enslaving. He is acquainted with such iniquitous acts. They haunt him at night still.
INDENTSympathetic. An open mind gives way to an open heart. The same could be said of Vehiron. Witness to brutality imposed upon the inculpable strikes him hard, for he knows pain. Whether of the mind of body, he knows both intimately so. Making it a habit to go out of his way to console and orientate, it is improbable for Vehiron to snub the tears of a youngster, the distress of a widow, or the soul weighed down with mounting obligations and drama. He has a big heart and he is more than willing to share it. Seldom does he relieve closed books without asking questions first. Being condolent does not liken to stupidity.