Kragnak moves with a predatory grace that contrasts sharply with his brutish bulk. His fur is patchy, mottled in dark brown and ash gray, stiffened by old battle scars and dried blood. Large, jagged scars lace across his left shoulder and down his torso, telling tales of countless fights. His single, amber eye gleams with fierce intelligence beneath a worn black leather patch that covers his missing right eye. He wears a massive necklace made of enormous jawbones and teeth from his clan’s most feared foes, the bones heavy and dull, rattling faintly when he moves. His claws are kept unnaturally sharp, but what truly unsettles most is his habit of humming a low, eerie chant while surveying the battlefield, a hypnotic contradiction to his savage visage.