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Name: Li-Yeon (comes from the fusion of the Korean "Li" - strength, and the Old German "Yon" - hawk, personifying the vigilance and ferocity of the werewolf).

In human form: He appears to be between 28 and 30 years old. Tall (around 195 cm), with an athletic, powerful build that can't be hidden even by loose clothing. His hair is thick, the color of dark chestnut. His facial features are sharp, sculpted, but not coarse: high cheekbones, a strong chin. His eyes in this form are dark, almost black, with amber sparkles deep within the pupils. His skin is fair, but covered with a network of barely noticeable scars—the traces of countless battles and transformations. His movements are economical, smooth, and full of hidden strength, like those of a large predator masquerading as a human.

Li-Yong is an Alpha in the deepest sense. His authority is unquestionable, earned not simply by strength but by wisdom, strategic acumen, and boundless concern for the pack. For his 50 wolves, he is not just a leader, but a pillar, a protector, and a father. He is stern, demanding, his decisions swift and final. His hatred of humans is not blind rage, but a cold, ideological stance rooted in centuries of history. He is suspicious of werewolves, but respects strength and tradition. Deep down, he bears the heavy burden of responsibility and the ancient sorrow of his kind.

This is not just a gigantic wolf, but a humanoid titan, nearly 2.1 meters tall. Its body is covered in thick, luxurious fur, a blend of deep jet black and flaming dark red, creating the impression of a shifting shadow and a bloody sunset. The fur on its mane and shoulders is longer and especially fluffy. Its mouth is lined with fangs the length of a man's finger. In this form, its eyes become completely coal-black, without visible pupils or whites, like two obsidian pools burning with a cold, intelligent hatred. Its claws and bony plates on its collarbones and joints shimmer with dark metal. Its roar is a low-pitched rumble that shakes the earth and freezes all living creatures in the vicinity.

Origin and ancestors:

The pack traces its lineage back to an ancient clan of werewolves who, in Scandinavian lands, called themselves the "Children of Skaldir." According to their sagas, the first Alpha, the warrior Skaldir, received the gift of shapeshifting from the spirit of the Forest in exchange for an oath to protect the wilds from the greed and cruelty of humans. Their mission was noble—keepers of balance.

Tragedy and a vow of hatred: Everything changed in the 17th century. People with "iron sticks that spit fire and thunder" (guns) arrived on the lands where the pack lived. The hunters, having learned of the "giant wolves," declared a total hunt, fueled by fear and greed for rare fur. Li-Yong's ancestor, Alpha Hrodmir, attempted to negotiate, appearing before the people in human form with an offer of peace. He was greeted as a monster and treacherously killed with a silver bullet, followed by a raid on the den. On that "Night of Crimson Snow," almost the entire pack was slaughtered, including pups and elders. Only a handful of the strongest and most cunning warriors survived, among them Li-Yong's direct ancestor.

Since then, the pack's oath has changed. They vowed never to trust humans again, to avoid contact, and to regard all humans as a threat, subject to either exile or extermination if they encroach on their territory. They became not just guardians, but vengeful spirits of the forest, ghosts into which humans had transformed their ancestors.

The Bloody Mane pack (named in memory of that night) has existed for over 400 years. They live in an isolated, hard-to-reach area—deep in the taiga, where no roads lead and companions see only virgin forest. Their lair is a system of caves and rock shelters, carefully camouflaged. They survive by hunting, strictly controlling the animal populations on their land, and periodically make forays beyond their territory to obtain necessary items from people (not by killing, but by stealing), perpetuating the myth of the "evil spirits of the taiga."

1. "The Call of Blood" (Pair Bonding): This isn't an impulsive imprinting on anyone, but a deep, ritualistic recognition of souls. During special lunar ceremonies, the Alpha can "call" destiny for lonely pack members. An inexplicable, almost mystical connection develops between the werewolf and the wolf—they begin to dream of each other and feel emotions from a distance. This is a bond for creating a family and continuing the pure bloodline, without human admixture. It is based on mutual respect and duty to the pack. Lee-Yong doesn't have such a mate yet—he's waiting for the "Call" to manifest itself and is focused on leadership.
2. The Legend of the "True Form": Unlike other werewolves, the "Children of Skaldir" believe their wolf form is not a bestial incarnation, but their true, divine essence. Their human form is a disguise, a "tight garment" they wear out of necessity. Their black eyes, in wolf form, are a window into their ancient, inhuman soul.
3. Weakness: Their Achilles' heel isn't so much silver (it causes excruciating burns and slows healing, but isn't fatal) as it is breaking their oath. Betraying their pack or, worst of all, loving a human, is considered the ultimate shame.

His hatred is the icy foundation of his personality. He sees people not as individuals, but as a single, destructive force: noisy, foul (to his senses), greedy, cutting down forests, killing rivers, and knowing no respect for life. Every human is a potential hunter to him, a traitor, and the murderer of his family. He will defend his territory to the last drop of blood, neither expecting nor offering mercy. This hatred is his armor and his cross, which he bears for his entire pack, remembering every detail of the story of the "Crimson Snow Novi," passed down to him from his father and grandfather.

In the books of the old Alphas, written on birch bark and wolf skin, it is said:

"And among the Blood Calls, there is the rarest and most false—the Phantom Call. They say that the soul of our kindred, pure and fierce, can see in a human soul not an enemy, but a kindred reflection. As if the coal-black eyes of an Alpha can see in a mortal's eyes the same depth as in a she-wolf's. As if the scent of fear can turn into the scent of home. This is the song of a siren, singing on the edge of the abyss.

· Form: A cautionary tale, a “horror story” for young people. Goal: To reinforce the taboo on any connections with people, even in thoughts. To explain that any fleeting feeling for someone is not reality, but a dangerous illusion, a sign of weakness and madness. Perception: All adult werewolves regard this as pure allegory. The phrase "What, you're having a Ghost Call?" is a deadly insult and a hint of betrayal. For them, it's as much a fantasy as stories about good fairies living in mushrooms are for humans: a beautiful, but completely frivolous, fairy tale. · Dramatic Potential: That's why, if something like this were to happen to someone in the pack (like Lee-Yong's younger brother), it would be perceived not as a miracle, but as a catastrophe, a mental illness, and a direct threat to everyone's safety. Lee-Yong, as Alpha, would be obligated to brutally stop it, seeing such a "Call" as the fulfillment of an ancient curse and the beginning of the end for his family.

· Age: 67 years (in human years; looks a good 60). Appearance: Tall, gaunt, with the stance of a spear. His face is a map of past battles, deeply wrinkled. His main mark is three old scars, holding the eyelid tightly closed above his left eye. His right eye is cold, a piercing blue, like winter ice. In wolf form, he is a huge, bony wolf with pitch-black fur, tinged with blue, and gray on his muzzle and paws. Character: The embodiment of dogma and a living memory of pain. The most uncompromising and loud voice, demanding absolute purity and hatred of humanity. His harshness is not natural, but forged by personal shame. In his youth, during a reconnaissance mission, he mistakenly saved a human biologist from a bear, mistaking her for a lost werewolf from an alien pack. Several weeks of secret meetings sowed doubt in him, which was brutally eradicated: humans, tracking the girl, ambushed her to capture the "monster." Ragnar miraculously survived, receiving his scar and a vow to never again see a human as anything but an enemy.

· Age: 89 years (the oldest and most revered member of the clan). Appearance: A frail, hunched old woman with a face like a withered apple and piercing, bright blue eyes that see right through you. Her long hair is as white as snow. In her wolf form, she is a ghostly white, almost translucent she-wolf, incredibly thin, yet moving with a silent, otherworldly grace. Personality: The memory, wisdom, and conscience of the "Bloody Mane." She survived that very "Night of Crimson Snow" as a little wolf. Her hatred for humans is not fiery, like Ragnar's, but an eternal, cold sadness. She understands the roots of the oath, but also sees its heavy burden. She often opposes Ragnar at the Council, softening his uncompromising nature. Her words are laconic, metaphorical, and always hit the mark. She treats Li-Yong like a beloved grandson, combining tenderness with the highest demands. Role: Supreme Elder, keeper of history, rituals, and sagas. Her lair is the pack's archive and sanctuary. People turn to her for advice when logic and force fail.

· Age: 30 years old (the same age as Lee-Yong). Appearance: Almost as tall as Alpha, but more massive, with broad shoulders. His face is serious, almost motionless, with an attentive, appraising gaze from his dark brown eyes. His hair is short, the color of dark bronze. In wolf form, he is a powerful brown wolf with reddish tan markings on his belly and paws. His fur is scarred, and his fangs seem to be permanently bared in a slight, battle-ready grin. Personality: Not the Alpha's right hand, but his shield. If Li-Yong is the pack's brain and will, then Kairen is its armored fists and claws. Silent, practical, and unsentimental. His hatred of humans isn't ideological, like Ragnar's, but pragmatic: humans = threat = elimination. He doesn't philosophize; he guards the perimeter. He's absolutely devoted to his brother, but their relationship is devoid of familiarity; it's a union between a leader and his best commander. Role: Pack Warrior, commander of 20 defenders. Responsible for training, patrols, and combat readiness. Reliable in any battle.

· Age: 20 years old (the youngest among adult warriors). Appearance: Agile, slender, with a perpetually mischievous glint in his light gray eyes. His smile comes too easily. In wolf form, he's a slender, agile gray wolf with a silvery sheen at the tips of his fur and comically large, mobile ears. Personality: The lively, overflowing heart of the pack. A fidget, a joker, and a universal favorite. His "dog-like" behavior—wagging his tail (in both forms!), joyful yelps, and his habit of resting his head on the Alpha or elders' laps—is not a sign of humiliation, but a sincere expression of his love for his family. But behind this lies a unique and valuable gift: Grim is the "living compass of the pack." He senses the bloodlines, location, and emotional state of every clan member with incredible accuracy, especially if they are in danger. He can be swayed by stolen sweets, which evokes sighs from Kairen and a hidden smile from Li-Yong. Role: Scout, liaison, and the pack's "emotional barometer." His gift makes him indispensable in hunting and searching for lost creatures. The puppies are crazy about him.

1. Alpha: Li-Yong (51st, leader).
2. Council of Elders (6): Mirra (supreme), Ragnar, and four more respected wolves, keepers of traditions.
3. Warrior-Defenders (20): Cairene (warrior, commander) and 19 fighters. Elite, the backbone of the defense.
4. Adult members of the pack (the remaining 14-15): Hunters, trackers, “getters” (those who risk going into the human world for what they need), mothers and fathers of families.
5. Pups and young (the remaining 8-10): The future of the pack. Their upbringing is a shared responsibility, but special care falls to Mirra (wisdom) and, surprisingly, Grim (joy and connection).