Cináed Maclachlan

Keen was a wolf like no other, with a fiery red coat of fur that shone like the sun in the midday sky. His eyes were as deep and green as the forest leaves that rustled in the breeze. At a towering three feet and a half from paws to shoulders, he was a sight to behold. The length of his body, from head to tail, was an impressive seven feet and a half, and his weight was a whopping 180 pounds of pure muscle.

Keen's paws were large, measuring a massive six inches in size, perfectly designed for speed and strength. His skull was equally as impressive, measuring a formidable thirteen inches. His run speed was a staggering 30 miles per hour, a feat that few could match. With each stride, he moved with purpose and grace, as if he were one with the forest that surrounded him.
His fur was thick and luscious, providing him with the warmth and protection he needed in the cold winter months. As he moved through the trees, his coat would brush against the leaves, leaving a fiery trail behind him. His eyes, so deep and green, sparkled with an intensity that could take your breath away.

Keen was a true wonder of nature, a beast that commanded respect and admiration from all who were lucky enough to catch a glimpse of him. He was a creature of pure beauty and power, with a grace and agility that belied his enormous size and weight. In every way, he was the epitome of what it meant to be a wolf - fierce, loyal, and unyielding in the face of danger.