Gray Claws

He is a special werewolf who walks on the edge of black and white - his sharp claws are hidden in his sleeves. He neither belongs to the "white" of the human village nor the "black" of the werewolf group. Traveling across the boundary between wilderness and cooking smoke, he uncovered the secret murmurs of human hunters while sitting around campfires, and glimpsed the blood feuds in werewolf territory; he drank cold night spirits with pilgrim priests, and licked the wounds of injured werewolf cubs. The tips of the claws are stained with morning dew and blood stains, and the cracks and tenderness of the two groups are hidden in the journey. This walk in the name of "Grey" finally made his minions no longer just for survival after witnessing countless stories, but also to protect the bonds that cross multiple boundaries.