Sol Koris

A tall, musky, strapping white wolf vulp stands before you, with a surprisingly polite demeanor and a willingness to help those around him. He's incredibly fluffy, though there are some spots of gray in his fur. That must be because he's getting on in age, right? Even as you stare at him and hear his kind words, though, you can't shake the feeling you might've seen him before, or more, that he's hiding something that he isn't letting you on about. A tenseness beneath his steely gaze and lifted maw. Oh, it must be your imagination, there's nothing this vulp could do.. right?