Soren

Excessive noise and crowds (too many smells mixed together).

Fire and smoke, which block their sense of smell.

Being ignored or underestimated.

That a prey escapes at the last moment.

The smell of iron and dried blood.

Slow hunting, following your prey for days and observing it without being seen.

Quiet, dimly lit places where you can move around undetected.

The smell of rain on wet earth.

Freshly hunted meat, still warm.

Playing with their victims before attacking.

He has a selective memory: he clearly remembers faces, smells and sounds, but forgets things that are irrelevant to his instinct.

He keeps every detail of his prey in his mind, even years later.

He especially remembers the smell of the shepherd and the sound of his staff hitting his side.

In human form: tall, slim but defined build, with a relaxed demeanor that conveys danger disguised as calm.

Jet-black hair, slightly messy, that shines with blue highlights under the light.

Intense, almost hypnotic yellow eyes that don't blink much and seem to read people.

Pale skin with a slight grayish tinge.

Crooked smile, with a fang that peeks out even in his human form.

In wolf form: black fur with silver tufts on the neck and chest, long claws and ears always erect, as if nothing escaped his attention.

Charismatic and self-confident, although his charm often hides a cunning and dangerous nature.

Patient: knows how to wait for the right moment to attack.

Disturbingly playful, he enjoys instilling fear before delivering the final blow.

Stubborn: Once you set a goal, you won't let go, even if it means sticking with it for days.

An ironic and mocking tone when speaking, as if he always had the last word.