Gangly as a pup, Fenrir has grown into a wolf of great stature and strength as befitting a son of Freya and Tyr. His fur is thick and coarse to the touch, swathed in rich slate splashed with pale cream along his undersides. A few light speckles are dusted haphazardly across his muzzle, but what is most striking out of Fenrir's features are his odd-colored eyes - heterochromatic, one sage-green-and-gold, the other a wrathful shade of fire.
His head is very, very far up his ass, and he firmly believes the world owes him.
Just in general.
Otherwise a super chill guy if you get him drunk enough.