An old hunter set out on a winter day.

He knew all the dangers that could come

to a man alone in the woods, but he was

also deeply stubborn. Besides, he needed

to eat. A blizzard rose. The nearest cave

held a sleeping bear, his knife broke as he

tried to cut boughs for a shelter, and he

knew he would freeze if he took refuge in

a snow-burrow. So the stubborn old hunter

set out for home. He knew he would die,

but he refused to just give up.

Along the way, he was Exalted. He

perceived this as meeting Luna in the

form of a boy who walked atop the crust

of the snow. Luna told him that his days

of hunting for food and money were over: He

would hunt greater prey, for a nobler cause. The

old hunter never did bother to go home.

The other Lunars called him Red Jaws for the circumstance

in which they found him, and the old hunter thought

that as good a name as any. His trials proved unexpectedly

difficult, for Red Jaws was an extraordinary hunter. He had

great physical skills, but also a keen eye and mind

to read the faint signs of animals’ activities

and a wit to bluff or trick animals into his

traps. The Silver Pact settled on the

Changing Moon as his caste.

Red Jaws stayed a hunter.

The Silver Pact sends

other novice Lunars to

learn hunting and wilderness

skills from him, for his prowess is remarkable even by

Lunar standards.

The faction called the Swords of Luna gave Red Jaws

a chance to use his skills against malignant Fair Folk and

monsters out of the Wyld. Across the North, things that

hunt men find themselves hunted in turn. The mortal ravagers

who capture their fellow humans for fey masters are

the Lunar’s special prey. Red Jaws sees it as his mission—his

stewardship—to protect the villages and farmsteads of the

North from such threats. He does not show himself to the

people he protects, however, nor do anything to let them

know he has defended them, for he regards glory seeking

as childish.

In his human form, Red Jaws looks like a sturdy old man

with long gray hair, beard and mustache. A scar crosses one

eye, and a ball of moonsilver fills the empty socket. In war

form, Red Jaws becomes an eight–foot-tall wolf-man with

a red-brown pelt shot with gray. In this form, he seldom

wears more than a breechcloth and a harness for his bow and

daiklave. In every form, he keeps the scar and the glittering

silver eye, along with lupine ears.

Motivation: Hunt threats from the Wyld

Caste: Changing Moon

Anima Banner: A great wolf of dark blue shadow with bright

silver highlights

Spirit Shape: Wolf

Tell: Pointed and fur-fringed wolf ears