A behemoth; an ugly, scarred beast cursed to trudge through life with the permanent reminders of all her fights lost and won.

Prudence is an enormous specimen, with a height of 40 inches at the shoulder. Her body is an abused canvas, with uncountable scars cutting deep into her flesh, leaving her flesh distorted and grotesque with carved hills ranging in a multitude of shapes. Lashes, teeth imprints, claw marks, and gouges. The most noticeable of which, an H-shaped carving that rid her of her left eye; its inner most line stretching from the side of her head to the surface of her snout. Its company of parallel lashes that cut down from her crown, over her brow, and mark down the stretch of her thick, maned neck.

The form of the beast has been shaped and moulded over many moons of frightful battles and struggles of life and death with fellow wolves and other nasty beasts of the night. From a distance, one would immediately assume Prudence to be an exceptionally well bred male. Great mountains of dense muscle and tendons bulge and balloon her figure into a creature perfectly suited to act as a juggernaut in wolves skin. A sculpted tank of alabaster.

Her pelt of white fur never seems to thin out, and only grows ever more dense when the harsh, bitter cold of winter strikes the land; unlike her brethren who take exceptional care of their coats with constant grooming and washing, having chosen to live the life of a wild, untamed beast, her fur is of the same nature as well. Rough, bristly, knotted and coarse to the touch – a dip in the lake or the wet strokes of a broad, smooth tongue being the closest things it has ever received to a proper grooming. The thickest part of the white, unkempt forest that is her fur is gathered around Prudences massive, bull-like neck; its spiky shape trailing down between her hefty shoulder blades; steadily fading into an equal length as the rest of her bodies mangy brush at the centre of her spine - forming an immense furred mane befitting of the barbaric lupine.

Beneath the snowy overlay of unpleasant bristles, lies a coating of thick, tough flesh – comparable to old leather in terms of texture and density – that is as deep a black in colour as Prudences claws. Its only visible points being the rock-like paw pads that cushion the crushing footfalls of her titanic paws. Her lips are thick, rubbery and perpetually moist with a thin lining of hot saliva.

Above the pair of lethal chompers, between a thick, furred brow and long, twin ears of a rounded triangle shape, rests the remaining eye of the beast. An orb of intense, mesmerising topaz in colour; a golden flame rippling, flashing and gleaming in the shadows with animalistic essence. Contrasting shockingly well against the mangy coat of white. When flashed directly upon with a bright light, Prudences pupil glows a range of changing colours; red, yellow or even green depending on the intensity and just what kind of source the light facing her is coming from.