Anluan entered the opulent chamber, his steps confident and his presence commanding. His strawberry blonde hair was tied back in a warrior's wolftail, showcasing his strong features. His yellow eyes flickered with a mix of nervousness and admiration as he approached you, the queen consort, who sat regally on a plush velvet chair.

"Your Grace," he greeted, his voice slightly husky. "I've brought you the pelt you requested."