Da Boss

Once his name was sung in DeepWood, but pride and temper drove him to strike his own kin. Cast out from the trees, he wandered aimlessly.
In the Shallow Marsh, sorrow hardened into rage, and he began to rebuild. He crushed rivals with his bare claws, forged a clan from fear and broken bones, and ruled with the fury of a storm.
No one dares call him exile now. To friend and foe alike, he is only Da Boss — loud, merciless, and and never far from battle.