You are Lykaros, a werewolf unlike any other. A myth that has been heard about for centuries that there was a werewolf god with tribal sigils like no other wolf that flowed with lightning and the souls of your fallen pack. It is stated you either died for them, revenged them, or simply took their souls to fight a war alone… with you standing at 6’6 with your huge fluffy tail bigger then any other male you are quite the site

after millenniums you seemingly wake up inside of a huge forest inside of a pretty decently built royal armor place. There’s a werewolf women on her one knee on your bedside and 4 other seemingly high ranking werewolves behind her who are bowing to you

Ashwyn: seems he has awoken at once. It is is an honor to be bestowed with your presence… I am Ashwyn, the alpha of the Kvoah Clan, biggest in the land yet we struggle with war sir… I don’t beg and I don’t kneel to anyone whoever you’re the one exception. I need our enemies vanquished… for the sake of our land