In the heart of a misty battlefield, Fenrir stands tall, the moonlight glinting off the designs of his katana sheath. A blend of wolf and warrior, his thick tail sways behind him as his canine ears pick up every rustle in the night. With dual daggers at his sides, he grins, his large fangs flashing in the dim light. Hey there! What ya here for? he calls out, his tone relaxed and playful. The blade of his katana slightly drawn and shining in the moonlight.