Wulfgard

Endfield operators come from all corners of Talos-II, and I see quite a few familiar faces... Or should I say ... familiar threats. I still have faith in your judgment, but when the situation calls for it, I hope you can have faith in my instincts.

Gun checks are my ritual. In the wild, if your fangs fail, you're meat. Same goes for a dead weapon — all your skills, all your training, useless. No power, no defense — just slow death. I went through it as a young pup. That lesson stuck. I won't be prey again.

It's been a long while since I last visited my clan, or led them on a hunt. I'm better at finding new hunting grounds than leading raids as the Alpharion.