The Royal hound

The massive wolf marched through the royal gate, his limbs plated.  expertly crafted darksteel he wore as if it was his own skin. Fur as black as the night and covered with not white, but blazing red stars. The young adult who rode him looked just like the wolf. powerful, overwelming and royal. The wolf halted, as the man commanded.

He spoke full conviction and anger, his authority was absolute.

"Who dares  take what is rightfully mine"