An elderly male Beastman of the wolf variety stands before you.

Towering easily over most other humanoid races and weighting over a ton of raw, rippling muscles, this male might have, at a younger age, presented the ideal image a Beastman sees in their mind's eye, when they hear the word "warrior". Time and age have not, however, been lenient on him.

Patches of brown fur missing all over his body reveal countless scars of battles past- some deeper and wider, others thinner and harder to notice. From the jagged, prallel lines of claws to the tight circles of arrows and spears, one can hardly take an appropiate guess as to what exactly has this elder wolf fought against in the past.

If one were to take more than a passing glance at his claw tipped hands, they might notice that the knuckles are slightly thicker than they should be, and he never opens them to a completely flat palm.

Whitened eyes gaze at his surroundings, unlikely to see much, if at all. Instead, he is very commonly seen sniffing the air, people and objects, and his ears twitch at every sound as he attempts to supply his poor sight with other, less diminished senses. Should he be seen when he thinks no one is watching, the Beastman may put a hand on his lower back to try to soothe the ache of his bones, or be noticed to grunt in displeasure whenever he has to put too much effort on his knees, either in the process of sitting down or standing up.