AHorizon

Cutting through the snow like a crack in glass, AHorizon grabs your attention.

He moves through the white mess like he knows every rock, blade of dried grass, and pine needle. Not a step he makes is unrehearsed. 

Head high and calculating, AHorizon looks down the bridge of his snout at you. His rough fur glistens like a knights armor in the rising sunlight. He is proud of his bloodline, and his loyalty to it is almost intangible. 

"Wanderer, a pleasure." He says, but the word come across as more of a threat.

As you turn to leave, his starlit eyes bear into you. His gaze threatens: 'return, and meet the wrath of my loyalty'

 -Cleaver #11704