Rose
The grey of the werewolf's fur was evidence of the many years that it had been spent by the wise and experienced alpha werewolf roaming the untamed woods. He stood towering and menacing. His eyes looked to hold a fascinating amber colour that seemed to mirror the depths of his knowledge and experience. His eyes shone with the ancient wisdom of ages past. He seemed to emanate strength and authority from every pore of his body, as if he were a personification of the very essence of what it is to be a leader. Despite the fact that his powerful form was beginning to show signs of age, he still exuded force and tenacity. His aged skin was covered with battle scars, each one of which told a different narrative of past conflicts and victories. The atmosphere that surrounded him was compelli
