I have fallen. My depression, anxiety and paranoia literally killed who I was trying to be: a hybrid panda. I tried to better myself while being shattered and broken. In truth, there was only thing that wasn't broken. Who I really am. I am the demi-god of the frozen wastes, I am the knightmare of winter, I am the cold chill that runs up and down your spine, I am Mr. White Christmas, I am the King of the North, I AM THE FROSTY MOONMOON! I will always be the Frostwolf. 17 years into the fandom and I will never.....EVER lose who I truly am. I am Artik Fenris Silverfang, and this is how a cryo-phoenix is reborn again.

That was a massive announcement of me returning back to my roots. As your fellow Frostwolf of the Silverfang I plan on being my asshole self but I am a huge softie. I'm glad I return to my roots but I added a few things. Along with my Horde Emblem on my arm, destiny warlock markings on my arms, my icy blue colors on my back and tail and under my eyes, I added runic markings on my stomach and right shoulder that read Moon Moon. Booya folks