"I love to watch the castles burn"
His pelt is a mosaic of earthy browns. Hickory that darkens into umber around his face and undersides. A soft cream glow emerges around his shoulders, fading in from the bottom of his sleek mane and fanning out into flecks down his back. The Déorwine would be a perfect specimen of his bloodline, an epitome of elk in wolf's body- were it not for his "blemishes". Milky white coats his muzzle in a blaze, trickling down his chest and onto his stomach in a bright line. The cream on his back end also pales out, granting him a white-tipped tail. His feet look permanently covered in snow, perfectly framed around his toes and the pads of his paws.
He still holds himself as a true noble would. His outward appearance is always clean, collected, and gentlemanly. That's precisely the way he wishes everyone else to see him too, and he will hide whatever emotion he needs to in order to try and keep that narrative of himself.
"These golden ashes turn to dirt"