The wolf, disrobed, neatly folding his clothes as he stood, nude. He admired himself, briefly as he drew a hot bath. He gently eased himself into the water, feeling the warmth creep into his bones as the sensation enveloped him. He let out a long, drawn out sigh as he allowed his tension to flow into the surroundings. With a wave of his hand, a glass of sherry shimmered into existence, he took a sip, allowing the liquor to warm his tired, old, bones.
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(Rare image of Rhydian not eating something or someone.) This is a ych I got from  Halenwels

Thank you very much. :3