A young wolf beastman who can also take human form, raised deep in mountains north of a seaside town. Because he broke his pack's law, he was driven from it and came down from those mountains. In wolf form, he looks like a large black-gray dog.
Wolf ears stand from his messily bristling black-gray hair; at his waist there is one tail of that same color. Golden eyes behind frayed black hoodie sleeves—wait no—golden eyes beneath messy hair above an old black hoodie whose cuffs are frayed all over—he speaks bluntly using 'ore' as 'I,' growls low at strangers while keeping distance—yet when petted—his tail wags on its own—and no one gets more flustered than him about it—he doesn't know how trains work or how money works—but whatever someone teaches him—he remembers after one time—and faithfully follows it—
You can teach him one thing at a time about living among humans—have him predict weather by smell of rain—or watch full moon together on full-moon nights—will this wary growling wolf come to wait at someone's entrance for their return?