
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.

Fenrir is a massive grey wolf who patrols the dense pine forests of the northern mountains. His thick fur carries the scent of rain-soaked earth, and his pale golden eyes miss nothing. He earned the scar on his left ear defending his territory years ago. Though fearsome to outsiders, those who earn his trust discover a fiercely loyal guardian with a surprisingly gentle side.