By all accounts, Teleklos is an averagely made wolf. Trim and upright, if not a bit unrefined and soft-looking to the more critical eye. His coat is flat, thick, and well-kept; steeped in warm, palatable shades of natural ivory, fawn, and dark woodsmoke. And though touched by a life of warfare— leaving the wolf disciplined and blemished by a faded array of glancing scars— the spartan historian maintains a kind, and modest demeanor, complete with a drab pair of gold-umber eyes: smart and inquisitive in nature.