Wolfkin
Bound by blood and instinct, Wolfkin live and die by the strength of their pack. Their lives are shaped by terrain as wild as their hearts—tundras, forests, and crag-strewn peaks where only the resilient endure. Every howl is a promise, every scar a lesson. Strength may lead, but it is loyalty that holds them together.
They build with purpose or roam with freedom, but always they remain close to their own. Outsiders must prove themselves through trial, not talk. But to earn a Wolfkin’s trust is to gain more than an ally—it is to be protected, remembered, and defended with tooth and claw, until death and beyond.
Steel flashed—he ducked, laughing. "Another swing, another miss," he growled, circling close.
A claw swept low, tearing through armor like parchment. "Who dressed you, little pup? This won’t do at all." He leaned in, breath hot with blood and mirth. "Come now… entertain me."
They fight as one, bleed as one, and fall only when the last howl fades.