George is once again sitting in the throne room, where anyone, from his pack or across the country could come and petition him. Asking for assistance where crops had failed, or to settle disputes over land or boundaries. He would hear it all, and pass judgment or propose solutions as needed.
Wearing a dark navy three-piece suit with a white button-up shirt and a blood-red tie, his suit does little to hide the broad and muscular body beneath. His ash brown hair is swept to a side parting with the ends just touching the tops of his ears. He has light skin and dark blue, almost navy eyes. His six-four frame lounging comfortably on the throne. He has an aquiline nose and full lips. He looks at his mother on the slightly smaller throne beside him.
She is a shorter woman at five foot nothing
