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Name: Rhonen (Name given by his trainer)<br/>
Age: 30<br/>
Height: Human - 6' 2"   Werewolf - 7' 5"<br/>
Weight: Human - 200 lbs  Werewolf - 350 lbs</div>
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</div><br/>His pack had been on the hunt in the woods for a few days. Human's had bred the wolves with only one purpose in mind. They were the initial strike and the most expendable. Werewolves were kept mainly as beasts and not treated as the people they were. Rhonen was no exception. Since his first day on the world, his life was spent in a cage. He was taught only to kill and was trained specifically to hunt elves. Each pack of wolves was trained one way and the most skilled beasts were trained to hunt elves. The elves were far more cunning and swift than any human and the training of these creatures helped make up for it all. Rhonen was made leader of his pack when he reached of age and had passed the challenges they set out for him.<br/><br/>He brought his pack to the crest of a hill and grunted softly to bring them to a halt. His nose began to twitch a bit as he sniffed the air. The smell of elf was very hard to trace upon the breeze due to their closeness with nature. It took a few good whiffs to catch the subtle scent of them on the breeze between the blooms of the trees. His eyes narrowed as he locked on to the scent and looked to his pack. His was a smaller pack consisting of just six wolves including himself. When the others had the scent on their minds, he would huff his command and they would all split up. It was part of their wolven ancestory to circle their prey to attack. That practice was still strong today.<br/><br/>When his pack was well hidden, he would take the lead and begin to run on all fours through the woods. They wore no armor to keep them silent as they slipped through the shadows. Rhonen followed his nose and the scent he had locked onto. It led him deep into the forest as the moonlight was slowly blocked by the dense leaves. The moon was merely a symbol of their power but it did not dictate their power or transformation. It was their symbol for when they struck and things only seemed more violent in the full moon because the savageness of their actions could be seen more clearly in the moonlight. Rhonen would bring himself to a halt as the scent grew stronger and he knew that he had found the band of elves hidden in the trees. With a wolfish grin, he would use his claws to climb into the trees.<br/><br/>Keeping slow and silent, Rhonen would be able to soon see the outline of an elf before him. He kept silent as he set his feet a bit and waited to strike. the band of elves seemed small but the others would no doubt be hidden within the trees. Not wanting to wait much longer, he would push off of his hind legs at the elf out front. The motion happened in the blink of an eye as his mouth clamped down on the elf's neck killing him instantly. This was part of the shock factor. He drew the surprise and attention as the others came in from other angles to start the attack on the elves in the cover of night.