Модусьер

Designation

Модусьер, warlord of the northern packs. His name is spoken twice only: once in fear, once in allegiance.

Nature

Wolf. Full-blooded, winter-born, grey as the storm line. When he stands still, the tundra mistakes him for stone. When he moves, it remembers what fear is.

Temperament

Bold. Demanding. Relentless. He does not ask twice, does not forgive a second failure, and measures every soul by the weight of its spine. His patience is a blade: sharp, short, and never drawn without purpose.

Code

Strength is the only law he recognises. Mercy is a gift he grants, never one he owes. His word, once given, is harder than permafrost. Cross him, and the cold will be the gentlest thing you feel.

Territory

The Grey Edge. A scar of rock and wind where the forest surrenders to the ice. He rules it alone, and he rules it completely.