a figure carved from shadow and steel, his presence heavy and dark, like a storm that looms on the horizon. his fur is thick and unkempt, a rough blend of charcoal and deep obsidian, giving him the appearance of one who’s fought his way through hell and come out the other side, scarred but unbeaten. his eyes are sharp and unyielding, a smoldering, almost predatory intensity within them that warns others to keep their distance. scars cross his body, each one a testament to battles won, remnants of a past soaked in danger and violence. there is an air of grim patience to him, the quiet, simmering kind that speaks of a wolf who knows his strength and holds it tightly, only releasing it when absolutely necessary. even in silence, he radiates a presence that is both magnetic and deadly, a warning and an invitation wrapped in shadow.