The Old Wolf is a wandering shaman who inhabits forests and glades of temperate climate. His preferred home is a cave, well-swept, warm and dry, and wherever you find him dwelling there will be a garden close by, for he loves to till the soil of Mother Gaia and bring a patch of order to the chaos of nature.
He wanders widely, always on the lookout for those who might need a helping hand, a kind word, or encouragement along their path. His oracle bones speak only the truth but rarely foretell evil, for evil is in the eye of the beholder, and the Old Wolf seeks to find beauty wherever he goes.
The Old Wolf lives on what he can grow in his garden or find in nature, respecting the gift of life even when it is given by other creatures to provide sustenance. He seeks to live in harmony with Mother Gaia, the source of all life. He likes nothing better than a plate of steaming haggis, or a vegetable broth seasoned to perfection with spices from his own garden. Yet in his travels he has sampled the cuisine of many lands, and his tastes sometimes run to the unusual. He carries only sufficient for his needs, preferring to count his wealth in friends rather than gold or silver.
All are welcome in his cave. Only the careless who trample his radishes are at risk of incurring his wrath, as the occasional wandering mecha has discovered to their chagrin. The Old Wolf loves peace, but has more than one eldritch spell at his command...
May I become at all times, both now and forever A protector for those without protection A guide for those who have lost their way A ship for those with oceans to cross A bridge for those with rivers to cross A sanctuary for those in danger A lamp for those without light A place of refuge for those who lack shelter And a servant to all in need.