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The Wulven look a bit like their wolf descendents, save for manual dexterity in their claw-like hands and walking upright by default.  Some look much akin to humans, save for strong canine features. Much like the Ursine, these beings were the creations of mad sorcery.  Some suspect they have the blood of the werewolf in their veins, while others fear they’re crossbreeds created by some perverse lunatic.
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This dark Brownish Wulven, prowled along, covered with a tribalistic attire, pelts and a almost forest shash of trinkets wrapped around his waist, and couple of smaller bones hung from his neck, he easily showed off the muscular furred body of his, forming a streamline of clearly well practiced, dexterious form of movement, as is obvious from the bow he carried.

He didn't seem to bare much, he was smart. But seemed innocent, almost naive and new. Fresh in these lands. He walked around, with little to no coverings, his sheathed length hung rather loose, and very well hung and proprtionate to a creature of his stature, He does not seem to flaunt his obvious nudity. Infact he seems to see nothing wrong with it, clearly it being normal for his kind. Or he is just so new that it hasn't occured he needs to wear clothing, or decent himself.