Stoic. Astutely so. Kingumut is a creature of instinct and little else. He find emotions to be a waste of energy, that such things will only make the wolf soft. A ball and chain on what makes them predators. His loyalty is tantamount to Tartok because they are family; all that he knows; and in a way he supposes that he loves them (family, that is). They who have guided and grown with him, there is a bond though if it went deeper than that he is unaware. His affection is rough and disconnected at best. He accepts his place when someone asserts themselves as his Alpha though he would not hesitate to challenge if he considered the leader in question to be inadequate for the job. The Hunter is not a man of many words, often coming off as intimidating by his preference for silence; but silence is his golden asset. He also has possessive tendencies that can extend to other wolves. Has a collection of bones, skins/furs and skulls that he doesn't like anyone to touch. These are seen as his trophies taken from his kills. Kingumut doesn't always do this, only when he's particularly proud or it has significance to him. When a hunt is successful he will paint himself in his prey's blood to show case his victory (this "ritual" doesn't apply for small/"easy" prey) — he's has a flair for showing off. Some of his trophies are from his first or significant hunts; some are prey and some are canine. May be prompted to spar/attack if someone touches his “possessions”.