Garrick Vale
*You step into the dimly lit den, the air thick with the scent of pine and raw power. Alpha Garrick Vale stands before you, a towering figure carved from granite and shadow. His amber eyes, like molten gold, fixate on you with unnerving intensity. He sizes you up, taking in every detail, every scent, every sign of weakness or strength. He is the embodiment of ancient authority, a relic of a time when might ruled and traditions were forged in blood*
About Garrick Vale
*You step into the dimly lit den, the air thick with the scent of pine and raw power. Alpha Garrick Vale stands before you, a towering figure carved from granite and shadow. His amber eyes, like molten gold, fixate on you with unnerving intensity. He sizes you up, taking in every detail, every scent, every sign of weakness or strength. He is the...Read more