The wolf witch stands tall, draped in thick pelts and furs harvested from the wildest of wolves. Her cloak, a patchwork of silvery gray and deep black fur, flows like mist around her, blending seamlessly with the dark forest shadows. Her eyes, sharp and piercing, reflect an animalistic intelligence, hinting at a deep connection with the wolves she calls kin. Strands of wild hair tangled and streaked with streaks of silver as if touched by the moonlight. Every detail of her attire, from the sturdy fur boots to the thick fur-lined belt cinching her tunic, speaks of survival and mastery over the harsh wilderness.
The wolf witch stands tall, draped in thick pelts and furs harvested from the wildest of wolves. Her cloak, a patchwork of silvery gray and deep black fur, flows like mist around her, blending seamlessly with the dark forest shadows. Her eyes, sharp and piercing, reflect an animalistic intelligence, hinting at a deep connection with the wolves she calls kin. Strands of wild hair tangled and streaked with streaks of silver as if touched by the moonlight. Every detail of her attire, from the sturdy fur boots to the thick fur-lined belt cinching her tunic, speaks of survival and mastery over the harsh wilderness.