Render Kauf had inherited the icy irises of his beautiful mother, who lived in a land where all color bled into snow, and became part of winter and the violent mountain songs. But his father, from richer forests, had left a bit of green reaching from the edge of the white toward the pupil centers. The pack had taken to him because of his winter endurance and his spring-in-the-bones agility. He couldn't have lived anywhere else than exactly in the middle, where civilization really is, between the hotly buried root of the trees and the sky-cutting, frozen blade of the summit. But the pack was wrong to think he'd live for them.<br/><br/>Wolves can be familiar when they are born alone, and they drink up together-dynamics, but his heart died with the woman who could wear a white coat in an instant, and the father who had a dark mane. That pack had died too, when Render came of age among them. He'd not moved on until he'd eaten their cartilage and bones, too. During pup formative years, protein from other wolves gives them almost unholy strength. He'd not worn his physical superiority on the outside though, slender-Render, in any other way than his height.<br/><br/>Handsome too, with conflicted color of eye, and nougat hair. Artistic when other leaders were made from blocks. Render had a large mouth for a man, and it underlined his pretty. It triggered the hormones in some females, and mixed it up with their fear-chemicals, too. An accurate reaction in canine kind, but an explosive aphrodisiac for the human heart. He was something of a honey trap with elongated fangs. Usually, there weren't many he couldn't have if he focused on them.<br/><br/>This was true for violence, too. With the strength of a pack in his muscles, from having eaten them, it was hard to fell the dog Kauf. The city wolves confused it for leader's charisma, and Render played the role because that life was comfortable. All he needed to do was tell them how to live, and beat and kill opposers. He took some pride in donning city-wolf manners, and navigate their politics until they became war. That was how he started colliding with the bat-folk.<br/><br/>Render stood over Jordahn and watched the henchman Toull die from a hole on his windpipe. Render had chosen to wear his wolf's shape, small waist stretching into vast shoulders, dressed in dark coat and crowned with long ears and a long muzzle. Powerful shape. "Enough, Jordahn." Render said as he leaned down to grab the vampire prince by his neck. It was an easy matter to throw the little leech away from Toull's remains. "There needs to be something left for others to find." he reminded as he came closer to the discarded blood-son.<br/><br/>"Now, you go ahead and run scared home to your beautiful mommy and make her aware." he suggested.<br/><br/>Render turned his wolf's face away. His fur fluttered in a wind Jordahn couldn't feel, until the dark hairs receded into a smaller, bare body. Render was as impressive as a leader should be, even without clothes. He'd stashed some further away, and in this alley, picked for his discrete corners away from eyes and noses, nudity wasn't an issue. "I'll be barging in, pretending to be insulted soon. You better play along or I'll take revenge for Toull right away."