Vharra - The Winter Wolf
Snuff your torches. If she sees the flame, she’ll call the storm—and you’ll never see each other again.
Role in Its Society:
Vharra leads a cunning pack that prowls the Whispering Tundra along mammoth trails and caravan routes, treating both as migrating herds to test and cull. She bargains when the pack is sated, bullies when scent says “weak,” and coordinates with blizzards the way generals use smoke. Winter wolves often serve frost giants; Vharra did—until she shattered her kennel ring and took her pups into the white. Now she trades information with yetis, harasses manticores for sport, and warns werebear wardens when giant warbands are on the move—so long as they leave her kills alone.
Appearance Description:
An enormous white wolf with ice-blue, reflective eyes and breath that fogs into glittering shards. Her coat is thick and slightly silvered along the spine; clots of frost cling to guard hairs. A jagged iron ring, once part of a giant’s kennel chain, still encircles her left foreleg above the dewclaw—polished by years of snow. Scars ladder her muzzle and one ear is torn. Up close, her teeth look like sculpted icicles, translucent at the tips.
Backstory:
Born to a kennel under a frost giant jarl, Vharra learned commands and cruelty before huntcraft. When a giant pup “played” too rough with her litter, she dragged the child from the pen—then chose the blizzard over the lash. She and her pack survived by shadowing mammoth herds and caravans, stealing only what they must. A winter eladrin later bound a truce: Vharra would keep her pack from the rookery if the druid’s kin drove poachers from the floe. She keeps pacts—until fire and cages appear.
