He wandered into an unfamiliar land- twisted by spirits, and scarred by the horrors from beyond.

The debilitating madness seemed to have left, and oddly no wolf or werewolf howled - it was quiet. Eerily quiet, even for a plane as dark as this. The moonrise should have elicited a chorus from the lycanthropes or awakened spirits, but as it rose nothing stirred - nothing except what was inside Dugun.

It came from the moon. It always did, he was bathed in the pure silver light as it rose over the woods. He felt a a savage instinct buildup within him, all while a strangely calming feeling settled over it. Every visit to Innistrad affected him, but this one woke something, very different.

As the hunter’s moon beamed down over him, Dugun became larger, stronger more feral. He saw the lupine traits overtake his own, long arms bristling with muscle, man-rending claws and a savage muzzle, yet the inner calm he felt never dissipated. Silver-white energy emanated from him as his transformation completed; Wolfir - the name came to him - Avacyn’s Lost Guardians.

Dugun howled and tore off into the night.

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Innistrad, Avacyn, Wolfir are all copyright MTG/Hasbro

Originally voted on by my patreons last fall, I'm posting this in honor of the fullmoon tonight!
Photoshop
2017
~Age