Before you stands a wolf at around five feet tall, but something is off about this one. When its eyes turn towards you, golden and wild, you know. It's a Garou!
Oddly, this black-furred beasts eyes carry a tinge of innocence as they take in the world, but let us start to general details. The beast stands in a half-crouch, eyes darting around both nervously and couriously while muscles ripple under her pelt with nervous energy. Her fur is shaggy and wild, but clean, and a pitch black color over her entire form. The beast lacks breasts but if this is an age thing, or a Garou thing, is unclear. Likewise, looking between her legs yields nothing about her gender, her fur is just too thick. Her tail swishes behind her, drawing your gaze, and you see what looks like a crescent on the side of her right buttox, in silver fur.
The beast looks towards you, tilts her head as she stares for a few moments, then waves with a fanged grin.