Risk was once a proud hunting dog, swift on his feet and absolutely fearless. Neither bear nor deer could instill fear in this brave canine. Then one day, his master was killed in an unfortunate hunting accident, and Risk was forced to return home to his home village alone, wounded and wearied. He now wanders the street of the village, surviving off of any small prey he is able to catch and the occasional scrap of meat the local butcher feeds him. The incident has made Risk aloof and sullen, and the already silent canine hardly speaks to anyone anymore. And if he does, it’s only a few words at a time. Flowery and eloquent language is for the dogs of the South.

Like his fellow notherners, Risk is a tough and hardy dog who doesn’t much care for extravagance and luxury. Spoilt and lazy dogs don’t survive in the North, and Risk knows this all too well. One will never find him lounging in the shadow of the trees or playing fetch on the street with the village kids. Risk is quite an intelligent and independent dog. Even before his master’s tragic demise Risk was able to survive well on his own. He is also fiercely loyal, willing to protect and assist anyone he holds dear. This quality is as much a strength as it is a weakness. Risk can sometimes be overly protective, and he doesn’t hesitate to throw himself headfirst into dangerous situations if it means someone he loves will be safe.

Risk looks similar to many of the northern spitz breeds. He is wolf grey in color, with patches of red and tan on his face, neck and belly. His ears are triangular and perky, and his tail is bushy and curled. Scars litter his face and his legs, and his left ear is torn. One of his eyes is gray, the other one is a faded green.