Rumop (Wolves adn Sillies)

Wolves and Sillies, ROCK ON!
Let me tell you how it works, you got to this pic, because maybe, just maybe, it caught your eye while browsing dA or, which is much more possible, it spammed your message box - thank you for coming here!
Now, a treat for you, like a cookie, or candy, but virtual and, let's be realists, crappier.
Anyway, be the first person to comment under this very pic of wraufla, my original specie of wolf-like creatures, and win one for you - yes, for FREE!
Where's the hook? There are two: this is not a request, you ask me for your own wraufla (note: your wraufla, not wraufla-you), I'll deliver BASING on your hints and ADJUSTING it to my view on them. Second one is simpler, you have one wraufla, you're not getting another one. At least not during Wolves and Sillies action.

Still not believing? This one belongs to *kanyiko who won it under the previous link of wraufla chain: fav.me/d6nos88

Okay, now a bit info about pic itself. *kanyiko wanted a male tribal warrior - adorned with feathers and paint.
Wraufla story time! First thing, they are living in caves on far North. Only things there are fluffy and awfully agile (horns and/or claws included) or fluffy and awfully big (horns and/or claws included). There's no wars, there are only hunts. Nor are they fighting with each other, their leaders, Three Good Mothers of each tribe, believe to descend and share soul of one arch-mother. Quarrels, if any, are resolved with mean peeing on each other hunting grounds. Killing is terrible waste of too few wolves they've got. That's why I had to go back to the almost ancient history as well as their only war. About being adorned with feathers, those on arrows are only they would adorn with. About paint... well, you can call the blood his going to be smeared with one, right?

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This story begins centuries ago.
In a lands far away, many beastmen lived. They were lone tribes, they were hunted, they were slaughtered by other, less furry humanoids whenever they posed a threat. Until one year, when Iron Queen happened to the whole world. No one ever know, who was she, or if she even was, in fact, female. Being a moving, iron clad of armour shaped as a tall, wolf-like woman, with unknown content inside, she rallied the tribes and caused mayhem. They rolled over the grasslands and steppes, skipped quickly through desert, leaving remains of any civilisation as fine, steaming ash as they went further. Of course, this is a story of great heroes that rallied the kingdoms, formed the Coalition and organised expedition forces that not only stopped the Iron Queen, but also defeated her horde in numerous epic battles...

...yeah, heroic deeds. Only our story isn't about them.
Whoever Iron Queen was, she knew about someone that all other though about as a legend - even beastmen of her horde. With badly bloodied forces, amounting only few hundreds alive from initial millions, she ran away toward North, to the mountains that were home of wrauflas, which means exactly Ghosts, or Ghosts of Snow. She knew their way, she stopped at their borders and waited few days for first hunting party to appear. Then she negotiated with them and was heard by Three Good Mothers of local tribe. Repeated few times under many caves, going further North, leaving tracks for those who followed her.

Forces of Coalition were cocky and ensured of their power by their victories. It took five to six beastmen to take down a fully armed soldier, last battles became an easy walk for them... so when hunting party of wrauflas discovered them at their land, they took them as another beastmen, even if they were in awe of their hulking shapes and towering height. The simple warning from getting any further without invitation of Good Mothers was read as aggression. Two younglings died during short skirmish, after which wrauflas, shaken and angry, retreated quickly.

It were times of great movements in wrauflas' world, all of sudden the lands, that, according to their mythology, were vanishing each night to get rebuild by Sun, spawned two armies, one of them very much alike, second one easily to take as demons or something very similar. Good Mothers of many tribes counselled, while forces of Coalition went further into snow. Soon, the decision was taken. New hunt begun... yes, the coalition forces were counted in thousands, they were wearing weapons and armours, while there were only few groups of hunters and mongrels, weaponless and naked, if not counting their own, heavy furs with only advantage of fighting on own land. And for own land.

Humans, dwarves and elves were decimated in uneven skirmishes. Wrauflas, accordingly to their name, waited in hide for their prey, the experienced finders lead the wolves through the snowstorms, safe passes were broken... you can have a plate armour and best of weapons - it's no use when all of sudden creature made mainly of thick bones and muscles appears next to you and beats you into submission with a guy that was standing next to you just a minute ago. Unfortunately for Iron Queen, her ruse became her demise. Wrauflas took care of forces following her tracks, but she was taken by snows of Far North and never to be heard from again. Even up to this day, wrauflas are still considered a myth, which changes slowly with mongrels appearing here and there, bringing furs for trade. The great wastelands that Iron Queen left behind were never repopulated, only handful of beastmen roam those lands.

Rumop up there was one of fierce warriors that single-handedly drove away humanoid forces. He was known for his weird ways - he was leaving some of the arrows in his body after battle, at least those who weren't too troublesome for him. Having to face a single, big as hell monster that was sporting already a dozen of arrows in its body and was still fighting were a strong hit for enemies' morale. Although not as strong as ones that Rumop himself was delivering.

After war his weird ways took its toll, the arrows grew into his body and he had hard times removing them, until he finally decided to leave them be. It's unknown what happened to him later, but as a cave wolf, not a mongrel, he was probably paired with a decent female and died after having whole flock of children. But was this really the case? Who knows.