The Montserrat wolf, quintessential to his lineage, is like a watchtower made from coalstone, casting a long shadow across the land. He is abysmal: dark, onerous, and vast -- a starless golem of blunt lineaments, built solely for perseverance. Even absent of sharp edges, there is no softness to be found upon him. He has a pair of lusterless, coffee-brown eyes, that are often lost in the nebulous oil depths of his typically impassive countenance. His ears sit squat and triangular atop his head, and his thick, unruly fur is an invariable shade of raisin-black, the color of wet soil in direct sunlight. Ursiform beneath his rugged coat, Piety is a kingsguard, embattled and hard-muscled. A dreadful colossus, in all.