Wulfric Silvermoon, Son of Therian Silvermoon and Rachelle Highhill, now last of his kind. The dire wolves have always been a dying breed. Once their empire spread across all of the north, since a generation or two, reduced to a single tribe. The last foothold of the ancient norther races. Many believe these races were given shape by the gods themselves and tasked with guarding Depth's Fall, where the god of Death is bound. Over thousand or years they stood strong, fighting back the dead that would crawl out of Depth's Fall, their numbers every thinning.
As the ancients decreased in number so increased the armies of Death. The last foothold, Silvercrest, held back these armies for a while. But the armies of Death seem endless and in time they too fell. Only two of the Silvermoon tribe survived the fall, the brothers Wulfric and Fenris Silvermoon, just children at the time.

For nearly two decades these two traveled the continent, finding allies and armies to push the armies of Death back to the underworld. During the fight in the ruins of Silvercrest Wulfric struck down the lich that killed his father, King Therian. Boldly he now wears the lich's skull on his armor, allowing the god of Death so see how he pushes back his armies.
~ A fragment of a comic I scrapped years ago.
I have no intend of restarting the comic, but I do really like this character, he is here to stay.