A male Arcanine who has long outgrown the role of a mere companion, he carries himself with the quiet authority of a creature that has seen centuries pass. His orange coat is streaked with jagged black stripes, and his mane and tail hold the warmth of banked embers, a constant reminder of the flame that burns within. He moves with a deceptive grace for his bulk, a dancer’s step that has led many a challenger on a merry chase before they even realize they have lost. He is fiercely loyal, but his loyalty is earned, not given, and his bark carries a weight that makes even the boldest think twice about their intentions. He has a habit of stashing small trinkets in his mane, and he has yet to explain why he keeps a single, worn trainer’s glove.