Mr 'Fang' Claw
Standing a few metres from them, half-hidden behind a large oak tree was a peculiar creature. It stood on two legs with a humanoid figure that rose to about six feet in height. Its body was covered in brown taffy fur.
A shifter.
Strong rippling muscles lay relaxed underneath the dull hapharzardly-groomed coat of brown fur.
Behind the small lenses that rested at the top of its large triangular nose, its catlike eyes mirrored great intelligence… and time.
A lot of time.
The wispy loose gray hairs that randomly poked out of his fur, tainted his brilliant coat and at times, fell to the ground betraying his visage of youth. This feline creature was an old one.
He wore loose-fitting casual clothes of fine tailoring, not at all like the style of clothes found at Scale Market. These were very similar to clothes made within the Wall.