Profile of Hudson

His earthen tones allow him to perfectly blend with the nature around him. His body bulky, thick and huge. His fur short and soft to the touch. His body littered with deep scars that are visible and some that are invisible to the eye, but can be felt along his skin, under his fur. Fairly short tail, having lost part of it during the war, but the fur that grew around it, hides that pretty well.

A troubled, but kind soul. His days of war are behind him and he tries his best to make up for everyone he killed in the name of the false crown he was made to believe in. Fair and calm, he lives his life peacefully on his small farm in the lowlands. A mild PTSD reveals itself most during thunderstorms and earthquakes. He has sworn to never resort to violence again. A life alone is better than a life with war.

Left for war when he was two. His war name was Juggernaut, because he was one of the biggest and strongest males. The tank on the battlefield. A little before he turned three years old, he forfeited, when he couldn't take the damage they had done and the wolves that were lost. Kids, women, friends and good men. A few months after he had turned three he migrated into Rio, starting a farm with a few chickens. It was his new way of life, a new beginning. One of his chickens became more attached than the others and started to follow him around. Since then she never leaves his side. He calls her Hen and always has a watchful eye over her.