A well decorated war hero, he is littered with various scars. Each mark tells a story of his time spent locked in combat, something he proudly displays. His coat is made up greys, a smoky grey making up a majority of his color. Darker points paint his back, shoulders and the ends of the hairs around his neck. A mingling of white amidst the monochromic hairs completes his look, giving his the appearance more of a classic grey wolf. If you needed anything else to remember him by, his eyes will certainly leave a lasting impression. Like a pair of emeralds, his eyes are a dark and intoxicating shade of green.
Nalik is affected by the Fae sickness and while he's technically 8 years old, the sickness has frozen him at 6 years old.
In his youth, he was hot headed and wildly confident. His time in the army shaped him into a well trained warrior, allowing him the privilege to act as he pleased simply because he was plenty capable of defending himself. As he’s gotten older, his temper has balanced out though it would still be unwise to rile him. He still oozes an otherworldly confidence, looking down at the world for their minuscule existence. With a militaristic view, he demands obedience, craves it even. But he’s not all bad. There is a loyal streak in him, one that has never bent or broken. His family is his everything.
Pregnant once again, much to his delight, she would vanish one night. Waking to a cold and empty bed ignited not only a fury in the wolf but a vicious determination. She had abandoned him and their children. It was an embarrassment to the family and a bruise to his ego he could not allow. If possible, he grew colder, harsher, more unforgiving. A restlessness took hold of his soul as he split his time between his children and searching for his wife. Four years would pass before he caught any whispers of her and in that time, he had raised his children to be just that, his.