About

I am Wolf-born, a child abandoned in the forest who was to be killed by the animals, removing me from their minds and the world. But I survived, thrived even. The animals who would kill me for food, instead raised me as a member of their pack, my feral nature hiding any aspect of humanity which stuck with me. Others came across me, "Feral Demon" they called me, a fitting name for my reputation, but not for me personally. The men and women who died by my hands threatened and attacked my pack, requiring me to intervene and protect. On one of these hunters I found a mask, made to intimidate animals, but it worked just as well as a tool of fear and camouflage against the hunters. When our mother was killed, I took up the mantle of protector and warrior, preserving her flesh to further terrify my enemy. Now I am without a pack, my remaining "brother", Fenris, following me and fighting with me against any who threaten our home. I have many names now, but none appeal to me, save for one, Ulfr. In the tongue of the natives it simply means wolf, but to me it is a source of pride and the only thing that I can identify with anymore. There is no more human in me, only wolf.

Pronunciation of both names:

Ulfr (Ool-fur)

Fenris (Fen-ris), is as it looks.