Grimjaw is a name whispered by villagers near the Ashwood, a massive werewolf who lost himself to the beast years ago. He stalks the fog-choked forest on four legs, a creature of raw instinct and terrifying power. Yet he does not attack travelers without cause, and some swear they have seen him watching over lost wanderers from the treeline. Whatever man he once was lingers in small ways: the carved bone charm on his frayed collar, the way he tilts his head when spoken to, the occasional whimper that sounds almost like a word.
Grimjaw is a name whispered by villagers near the Ashwood, a massive werewolf who lost himself to the beast years ago. He stalks the fog-choked forest on four legs, a creature of raw instinct and terrifying power. Yet he does not attack travelers without cause, and some swear they have seen him watching over lost wanderers from the treeline. Whatever man he once was lingers in small ways: the carved bone charm on his frayed collar, the way he tilts his head when spoken to, the occasional whimper that sounds almost like a word.
