A dire wolf stands proud on the top of an ice covered ledge and howls at the moon. It is not the cry of a lone wolf searching for home. It is the song of a king. The very king of the frozen north and the proud wolves that roam its wilds. Distinguished among his kin by his massive size, burning gold eyes, and silver tipped black fur, Carolus has as much brawn as he does brains, and he can back up his threats with bared fangs and four hundred pounds of vicious muscle. In his prime, Carolus was known as one of the fiercest fighters, the Fang of the North, he was called. Even when he was younger he was quite the formidable foe. Now he seeks to make each of his children just as strong. He always had the sinking feeling that harm would come to him and those he loved. Call him paranoid, but he became a great fighter because of it. And he created one of the most secure cities among the six royals.