A predatory malevolence broods around this large dark beast.

His eyes glow subtly in low light with the smouldering of orange flames in their depths, often viewing the world with a cunning intelligence driven by the feral hunger imbued by the infernal blood that flows in his veins.

His muscled limbs move with a fluid power when called into motion and when he speaks his voice purrs out in a deep gravelly growl that reverberates in the cavern of his chest.

More than this is hard to know at a glance, suffice to say the figure you look upon is the sort that most sane travellers would seek to avoid on a dark road at night.