Rógmálmr

Rógmálmr can rarely be spotted disappearing into the fog that surrounds his pack’s home. Pinning him down for conversation seems nearly impossible, even more so as it seems the old wolf is dead set on avoiding visitors. However, when you are resting amongst the wolves of Jǫkull, you swear you can see movement out of the corner of your eye. A sparkling formless thing creeping closer. It's pelt like a shining beacon reflects golden in the sunlight.

Yet when you turn to look, nothing but thick fog stretches out ahead of you.