When he was a man he was as big for a man as he was for a wolf. He sometimes used his size to persuade people to do as he wished. He had a temper as big as his muscles. However, it only came out when he was wronged and being cheated.
Brophy's business was dangerous, and therefore very profitable. He made enough money to support his "hobby" that almost no one knew of. He had a weakness: children. As he traveled around in search of things to trade, he would stop at orphanages and see to it they had what they needed to take care of the children. All the gold he made ended up in different orphanages, so the children could be cared for and not go hungry. He twisted the arms of the people running the orphanages to swear them to secrecy. He didn't want anyone knowing. He didn't have to twist very hard. Because of his reputation and being seen around orphanages, no one was surprised when he was accused of the murder of a little boy.
As a wolf, Brophy was huge, and his thick fur was a charcoal color from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail. Fierce yellow eyes glowed from his dark head. He found a mate in the forest, the leader of his pack, with him at her side. They made a den near the Rang'Shada Mountains. Brophy and his mate had a litter of six fine pups, who were almost grown when Brophy died.
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