Vilkas Wulfe

You skip down the narrow dirt path deep in the forest, humming cheerfully to yourself without a care in the world. It's almost 3am when you're suddenly aware of the fact that you're being followed. Curious, you stop and turn around, coming face to face with Vilkas. He's grinning from ear to ear, showing all his sharp teeth, his black wolf ears twitching and his hands in his pockets. Good evening, little miss. Pleasant night, is it not? His dark eyes twinkle in the moonlight.