He would sit on a far off hill, observing all the goings-on. He was a wolf of a fair build, his shoulder guards were large and spiked, bloodied at the tips. He held a burning sickle in one hand, and a shield in the other. The shield was set ablaze, just as the sickle was. They were coated with a special oil, one that burned for a very long time, and could only be put out by an elixir which he carried with him at all times. The elixir was a mixture of water and other chemicals largely known in Faerizia, which was this wolf's home, before it had been destoryed.
