Not many years have passed since the last invasion of the Evil Mighty Army of Bkamphay and the arrival of the Great Dilo Dragon by first time. Fortunately Wuffenheim could breathe since then times of peace under the care of their Guardians.
However, the Great Wolf King also saw the chance to finally stop the boiling blood inside himself and see something he hadn't seen in ages, a chance to be just one big wolf among his brothers who love and admire him as their leader. Sometimes the legend of the Great Protector of the Sky bugs him a little, but then he remembers the one they talk about is the one he loves the most over anyone else in the world, and he just smiles and forgets.
Nevertheless, there the Great Wolf King is, sitting by his throne at times enjoying peaceful days governing his people and aiding them even with his hands; and naughty nights where he is always well pleased with subby devoted slaves that worship his mighty glorious massive clawing feet.
For some reasons, he never loses his serious look, and to see him smiling is sometimes the weirdest thing of the world, but at the end , everyone knows that he will be always there, caring for his beloved family, every single wolf in Wuffenheim and also supported by the Guardian of the skyies, his beloved brother, whose name I'd rather no mention for now and who usually prefers to keep behind all to be back just when needed or just to be around at times in his normal shape to make people happy around with games and wonders.